Lyrics:

Putting In the Peacetime Hours

(Valentine Smith)

 

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John Wayne Ainít Afraid

They tell me that your aim is steady

Put the pain on pause and hit rewind

They say your home is cable-ready

And now I should find a face youíd recognize

Surprise

John Wayne ainít afraid

John Wayne ainít afraid

Anymore

 

You canít count on stars and stripes forever

He could be a fairy in cheap leather

He could be a bastard or some motherís son

Hiding behind true grit til heís dead and gone

So long

John Wayne ainít afraid

John Wayne ainít afraid

 

They tell me that your aim is steady

Put the pain on pause and hit rewind

 

by Bill McGarvey and Stephen Dima

From Valentine Smithís, Putting in the Peacetime Hours

© 1996 Billy Liar Music, BMI

 

 

The News From Day To Day

A tap on the shoulder and he says to pass the note ahead

I sit behind the little girl who wears a plastic leg

But she donít have much to say

Old Father Dimson likes to talk to her about her soul

I follow well behind and wonder as sheís limping home

I hope somebody keeps her safe

The news from day to day

The news from day to day

Will blow you all away

 

Just past the schoolyard right in back of where the convent stands

The children come to hear the word until the screen door slams

She sees them jump and run away

Some of the kids, they try and act as if theyíre almost grown

They like to stand around and laugh at things theyíve never known

Some things theyíre too afraid to say

The news from day to day

The news from day to day

Will blow you all away

 

Show us again, make us believe in minor miracles

Take out the nails, raise up your dress because youíre beautiful

ĎBut can I show you anythingí she shut her eyes and began to askí

ĎShe bit her lip and began to askí

ĎShe brushed the hair from her face and began to askí

ĎThat could ever make you run away?í

ĎSomething you see that you canít nameí

The news from day to day

The news from day to day

Will blow you all away

 

by Bill McGarvey and Stephen Dima

From Valentine Smithís, Putting in the Peacetime Hours

© 1996 Billy Liar Music, BMI

 

 

Ahead Of Her Time

Time

Thereís a call on the line

Person to person is fine

Wonít you please drop a dime

Before I fade and I die

Say

Is there nothing to say?

No one to thank or to blame

Nothing to bless or profane

You never told me your name

 

She

Sheís ahead of her time

New, improved and streamlined

Sheís left me behind

Sheís ahead of her time

 

Star

Are you some kind of star?

Burning bright from afar

Glowing perfect and hard

For no one special at all

Dance

This is some sort of dance

Scratch my name in your hand

Iíll bow when you stand

Youíll leave me to chance

 

She

Sheís ahead of her time

New, improved and streamlined

Sheís left me behind

Sheís ahead of her time

 

by Bill McGarvey and Stephen Dima

From Valentine Smithís, Putting in the Peacetime Hours

© 1996 Billy Liar Music, BMI

 

 

Not On Your Life

And you, I see you walking through my door

I found out what that love was for

You just donít care at all

I give you my soul

It was always what you wanted best

You wore my pain out on your chest

You just donít care at all

 

I hear the sun is gonna rise

But thereís rumors all the time

When youíre in the dark

 

Yea you were always on some search for truth

You mustíve found some substitute

You just donít care at all

I see you come running

Running with your outstretched arms

Think you can undo any wrong

You just donít care at all

 

Werenít you the one who said

ĎKeep the home fires burning bright.

Come join the walking deadí

No, not on your life

 

Yea you, I bet youíre gonna question fate

And find someone you love to hate

You just donít care at all

Well I hear your heart breaking

But only for the precious few

Youíre everyone that I once knew

You just donít care at all

 

Not on your life

Not on your sweet, sweet life

Could I protect the things you love

 

Not in my dreams

Not in my wildest dreams

Could I begin to care enough

 

by Bill McGarvey and Stephen Dima

From Valentine Smithís, Putting in the Peacetime Hours

© 1996 Billy Liar Music, BMI

 

 

You Came In Peace

God loves a commuter

Brown hair and white tennis shoes

A book by the window

Her stop always comes too soon

When all that you want

Is believing what you read

Take your time

Paperback queen

You came in peace

Take what you need

 

When all of your anger

Stares back from a coffee cup

You never complain

You quietly drink it up

So maybe a friend becomes anyone you meet

This is romance nice and cheap

You came in peace

Take what you need

 

A motherless daughter

Born under a neon sign

Flash fire in darkness

A sad way to advertise

From the heart of your day

I can always hear you scream

Another murder in the first degree

You came in peace

Take what you need

 

by Bill McGarvey and Stephen Dima

From Valentine Smithís, Putting in the Peacetime Hours

© 1996 Billy Liar Music, BMI

 

 

Goodbye Mr. Hide

Safe and alone

On the right side of the road

And I wave goodbye, Mr. Hide

Sheíll be on the phone

Sheís making plans

She waves hello

I will say goodbye, Mr. Hide

 

In my left-hand lane

Do I turn or pass again

Some nights I canít decide how it ends

Iím king of the road

Between the office and my home

Get in your last goodbyes, Mr. Hide

 

I could be James Dean

If I wanted to

Moving cool and mean

Right through the scenes of some bad story

Someone elseís story

 

Back on the farm

Pet the kids

Kiss the dog

Take off my new necktie

For the night

Roll on to my side

Pull up the covers

Hit the light

Give her a kiss goodnight, Mr. Hide

 

King of the road

Between the office and my home

It feels like suicide

 

And I only gather speed

Iím a rebel jet

A free-man turbo streak

Locked in and blazing to my glory

Bound and blazed for glory

 

Say goodbye to Mr. Hide

Heís on the case

Right by my side

He knows the truth

Heís not surprised

And for my sins heíd surely die

 

by Bill McGarvey and Stephen Dima

From Valentine Smithís, Putting in the Peacetime Hours

© 1996 Billy Liar Music, BMI

 

 

Better Off Blind

Thereís one word you really donít want me to say

Maybe itís inspiration

Sometimes this waiting all alone

Feels like an invitation

Donít you see what I mean?

Do you just hear what I say?

Iíll learn the right lines

And itís showtime

Iím better off blind

Itís safer than telling you lies

 

Iím just a shadow you cast on a wall

So donít be frightened

If you canít see me anymore

Iím standing in your light and

I wonít try and explain

Iíve found an easier way

Iíll learn the right lines

And itís showtime

Iím better off blind

Itís safer than telling you lies

Iím better off blind

Itís hard to believe in my own two eyes

Sometimes Iím better off blind

 

Thereís three words I need you to teach me to say

If it takes forever

Itís just Iíve never needed to feel

So safe

Donít you see what I mean?

Do you just hear what I say?

Theyíre never one and the same

Iíll learn the right lines

And itís showtime

Itís just my small crime

Iím better off blind

Itís safer than telling you lies

Iím better off blind

Itís hard to believe in my own two eyes

Sometimes Iím better off blind

 

by Bill McGarvey and Stephen Dima

From Valentine Smithís, Putting in the Peacetime Hours

© 1996 Billy Liar Music, BMI

 

 

Heart Attack On Lemon Avenue

Iím in your blood now

Iím deep inside your veins

Inside your home Iím next of kin

I gave you a world of sin and laid it at your feet

Up close and personal with someone on your street

And I can take you there

Heart attack on Lemon Avenue

Sit tight, weíre almost there

 

I made you rows of homes and trees to line your block

Beyond the welcome mat youíre in for quite a shock

See them make promises that they can never keep

See her wake up screaming when dreams invade her sleep

I want to take you there

Heart attack on Lemon Avenue

Sit tight, weíre almost there

Heart attack on Lemon Avenue

 

Forget your police states and talk of Third-World Wars

Forget the junkie freaks, they arenít knocking at your door

The best kind of desperation is an easy in-home sell

The young bride sits alone in a nicely-furnished hell

 

Leave her alone

Leave her aloneÖ

 

I want to take you there

Heart attack on Lemon Avenue

Sit tight, weíre almost there

Heart attack on Lemon Avenue

 

by Bill McGarvey and Stephen Dima

From Valentine Smithís, Putting in the Peacetime Hours

© 1996 Billy Liar Music, BMI

 

 

Putting In The Peacetime Hours

When another yearís gone by

And Iím being kissed by strangers

When another midnight strikes

And Iím dancing with the neighbors

Iíll be hiding in the crowd

But I guess thereís no escaping

Putting in the peacetime hours

My champagne buzz is fading

 

24 hours to go

Much more than this I canít be sure of

24 hours more

Is more than I care to know

 

Iíve got a future in this life

Iíve seen coming attractions

A better job and reading time

My Jesus Christ distraction

A modest home and store-bought flowers

If I can find the right arrangement

Putting in the peacetime hours

Iíll meet you at the pavement

 

Saturdays

Are something to look forward to

We stay up late and talk

We call them ďheart-to-heartsĒ

And fall asleep with a glow

Iím not alone after allÖ

 

When another yearís gone by

And weíre remembering our favorites

If nothing seems to cross my mind

Youíll say Iím such a panic

Standing in a far watchtower

High above the coastline

Iím putting in the peacetime hours

And I look for signs of life

 

24 hours to go

Much more than this I canít be sure of

24 hours more

Is more than I care to know

 

by Bill McGarvey and Stephen Dima

From Valentine Smithís, Putting in the Peacetime Hours

© 1996 Billy Liar Music, BMI

 

 

Night Hangs On

Walt Disney built kingdoms out of thin air

Thatís nice but it really isnít somewhere

Somewhere is hanging over me

Somewhere is where you have to be

O mother please

Could you keep the hall light on

On, on

And I think this night might hang

On, on

 

Please bless the lost souls in the Far East

And thank you for the bedroom light on down the street

Somewhere theyíre playing hide and seek

Somewhere there someone looks for me

O mother please

Could you keep the hall light on

On, on

And I think this night might hang

On, on

 

by Bill McGarvey and Stephen Dima

From Valentine Smithís, Putting in the Peacetime Hours

© 1996 Billy Liar Music, BMI

 

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