SONGS FROM THIRTY-NINE LYRICS

CLOSER TO NOWHERE
Words & Music by Jen Foster

Do you know who you are? Do you ever think about it?
If you were told it's a place, would you drive until you found it?
Would you turn down a street that you know would lead to where you were before?
You call it home, but are you really sure that's your home?

Do you know what you want?  Have you ever reconsidered
What a trip we are on and it's the only ride we're given?
If you could fly, would you try? Would your feet stay firmly planted on the ground?
Can you explain why the only place you go is to waste?

Now you go to work and you work all day
You smoke and bitch on your coffee break
You tell some jokes to kill that time
Til the boss comes back and at the stroke of 5
You hit those bars, you have some drinks
You drown in all your long lost dreams
Oh no, you're closer to nowhere

Do you know who you love? Can you say those words with feeling?
Or when you look in those eyes, is there someone else you're seeing?
Do you dream of a day you could take the love without running away?
What is it now?  Do you need a little space? Or are you wanting out?

Now you go to work and you work all day
You smoke and bitch on your coffee break
You grab that phone, rehearse those lines
Then you call home sayin' you gotta work tonight
You hit those bars, you buy some drinks
For the first one who looks good and thinks you're cool
You're closer to nowhere...

You fake it so well, nobody can tell
You buy what they sell, you're going places...

Now you go to work and you work all day
You smoke and bitch on your coffee break
You share your plans and you swear you'll quit
Maybe next year or the year after it
You hit those bars, you have some drinks
You take those pills, you go to sleep
You wake up someday all alone
You realize another year is gone
You're closer to nowhere…

SUNDAY DRIVE
Words by Jen Foster & Kathy Scott
Music by Jen Foster

She said, "You know that you had me"...
She said, "You know that you had me at goodbye...
I'm such a sucker for bad seeds...
I love a man who will take me for a ride...Let's go"...

He always took her out on Sundays
She never quite made the cut to be a Saturday Girl
He drove her way outside the city
Tryin' to head off the collision of his two worlds

She said, "Yeah, why don't we get in the car and go,
Pretend we're headed to Mexico
It'll be just like old times, don't look at me like it's a crime,
Baby, I just wanna go with you on a Sunday Drive"...

Her daddy was a Baptist preacher
He brought the car home late every Sunday night
Her mama opened up his desk drawer
He kept his secrets where he kept his 45

So Mama said, "I got your number,"
As Daddy backed against the wall with his hands up high
She said, "Now lay down in the back seat,
I'm gonna take you on one last Sunday Drive"...

She said, "Yeah, we're gonna get in the car and go,
Pretend we're headed to Mexico,
It'll be just like old times, don't look at me like it's a crime,
Baby, I am gonna take you on a Sunday Drive"...

Her Mama left her with the gun
She said, "Don't ever let anyone
Do you wrong"...

She said, "You know that you had me"...
She said, "You know that you had me at goodbye...
Now, go on, lay down in the back seat
I'm gonna take you on one last Sunday Drive...

Yeah, we're gonna get in the car and go
And then I'm heading to Mexico
On a Sunday Drive"...

POET
Words by Jen Foster & Kathy Scott
Music by Jen Foster

I was a novice without a trade
You were an orphan without a name
I was a fighter you couldn't train
And you the flyer on higher planes

I was the secret you couldn't keep
And you the keeper who held the key
I was a criminal out on the street
And you the lawyer defending me

Of all of the things I could do
I made a fool out of you
With every lie you believed
You made a poet out of me

I was the writer of careless words
And you the reader who finally learned
I'm just a liar in love with love
And you the dreamer just waking up

Of all of the things I could do
I made a fool out of you
With every lie you believed
You made a poet out of me

You're the rain and you're the skies
And I'm a thousand half-ass lies
It's painful but it's true
And I'm the only fool I see
Ain't that a twisted irony?
A different point of view...

Poet out of me, poet out of me...

VENICE BEACH
Words & Music by Jen Foster

Hey, you say you’re looking for something you’ve never found
Well, the last time I checked I was lost and wanderin’ around
‘Cause I know just how it feels to be the best thing you ever had
But still not quite good enough to be the last one

And there you go again spinning all your wheels
You never know what you’ve got until you lose it
And here I am still waiting after all these years          

You can look all over this great big world
You can look down every street
In every bookstore, on every dance floor
At every girl you meet
You can drive out to California
And chase down all of your dreams
I’m sure you’ll find someone beautiful
But you’ll never, you’ll never find me

Hey, they say that real love is completely letting go
Well, my hands are way up in the air and you’re somewhere in Arizona
Just a few more hundred miles and you’ll have everything you need
Except these arms to hold you when that lie brings you to your knees

And there you go again spinning all your wheels
You never know what you’ve got until you lose it
And here I am still waiting after all these years

You can look all over this great big world
You can look down every street
In every bookstore, in every dive bar
At every girl you meet
And when you look out over the ocean
From the shores of Venice Beach
I know you’ll find the brightest stars
But you’ll never, you’ll never find me
Oh, you’ll never find me...

You can look all over this great big world
You can look down every street
In every bookstore, in every dive bar
At every girl you meet
And when you look out over the ocean
From the shores of Venice Beach
I know you’ll find the brightest stars
But you’ll never, you’ll never find me
Oh, you'll never find me