Reaching for Air

I’m on a mission from your head to your heart  The future fading we’re dancing thru the dark 

There’s a lone wolf crying out in vain  From the clouds of emission 

We’re fighting for attention, no second chances   All guns blazing 

Reaching for air in this crazy ole messed up town Reaching for air before it all breaks down 

Mother nature she doesn’t stand a chance As the baby king rolls the dice and laughs 

He shows no mercy it’s a fait a complete  There’s a crossfire hurricane 

Coming into view again Bring up a tidal wave  Are we ever gonna leaves this pain 

Reaching for air in this crazy ole messed up town  Reaching for air before it all breaks down 

There’s no easy way out  No substitute  We gotta scream and shout  Cause there’s no easy way out 

Reaching for air  in this crazy ole messed up town  Reaching for air Before it all breaks down 

We’re all under pressure There’s no way out No second chance We gotta scream and shout 

There’s a crossfire hurricane Coming into view again Building up a tidal wave Watch it on CNN

( words and music P. Foxman)

 I Don't Wanna Know

She brings me flowers and bottle of Pino we dance naked to Ravel 

Stay up all night watching Marlon Brando Then leaves a note that says till next week my friend 

I met her crying on the subway Holding a picture of Javier 

She said,“he could have been a contender” He had fatalistic flaw that led him to despair 

She says I don’t wanna know I don’t wanna know about love 

She dreams of living in the Valley Driving the freeways late at night 

Dress like Jayne Mansfield , In Too Hot To Handle but she’s so fragile 

She says I don’t wanna know I don’t wanna know about love 

All the parties bring her down Her dreams are filled with thorns and crowns  Her words are pictures in the air 

She’s so savior fair We drink Mojitos at Sunset Nick cave sings “ into your arms I tell that I love her 

She smiles and says.’ honey don’t tell no lies” She says I don’t wanna know 

I don’t wanna know about love Days go bye and she’s not around 

Maybe she’s finally left town I hope she’s dancing to Ravel 

On a Greek Isle, who can tell ahh Noel She says I don’t wanna know I don’t wanna know about love

( words and music P.Foxman