Lightning Rod Lyrics
Friday Night at the Logger’s Hall
Words & music © John Michael Lind, Karen Jarrett
Friday night the girls go to the Logger’s Hall
Friday night all the boys go too
Step outside with someone nice at the Logger’s Hall
Steal a kiss under that silvery moon
The heart of the town beats Friday night
Wraps the week up good and tight
The Logger’s Hall makes everything all right
The band has flutes and fiddles at the Logger’s Hall
Guitar, banjo and a gut bass too
Keep them primed with beer and wine they’ll play all night
They’re back next week cuz the vibe’s so sweet at the Logger’s Hall
The heart of the town beats Friday night
Wraps the week up good and tight
The Logger’s Hall makes everything all right
Friday night it’s a long walk home from the Logger’s Hall
Saturday morning it’s a longer walk back for the truck
It’s all worth it Friday night at the Logger’s Hall
It’s all worth it when you find someone to love
The heart of the town beats Friday night
Wraps the week up good and tight
The Logger’s Hall makes everything all right
Baby’s A Star
Words & music © John Michael Lind, Karen Jarrett
Baby’s a star she shine shine shines for me
She’s got a smile lights up the galaxy
She’s always carin’ for everyone else, hardly ever thinks of herself
Baby’s a star she shine shine shines for me
I’m so glad I found her
I’m happy being around her
I know we’ll be together
For ever and ever and ever
Baby’s a flower she bloom bloom blooms for me
She’s my rose I’m her honeybee
Troubles never affect her, she’s the source of my nectar
Baby’s a flower she bloom bloom blooms for me
I’m so glad I found her
I’m happy just being around her
I know we’ll be together
For ever and ever and ever
Sometimes you get lucky in life
Find the perfect husband or wife
When you do, hold on tight
Give it your best shot
Baby’s a song she sing sing sings for me
Like Phil & Don, in perfect harmony
She always knows the score, she’s my little troubadour
Baby’s a song she sing sing sings for me
I’m so glad I found her,
I’m happy just being around her
I know we’ll be together
For ever and ever and ever
Going and Coming
Words & music © John Michael Lind
Going travelling, I could use a friend
To fight me outta the bars
Going driving, don’t know where or when
I gotta go fast and far
Going crazy hanging round the house
Staring at this guitar
Going my way, I could use a friend
Don’t matter who you are
I’m a travelling man
Been travelling all over this land
I’m a music-making man
Gotta travel when I can
I’m willing to be on the road
Hearing that engine purr
Wandering up and down the map
The scenery’s just a blur
Working too hard, the bones are showing
Through my fingertips
Wishing I had you beside me
On every one of these trips
I’m a travelling man
Been travelling all over this land
I’m a music-making man
Gotta travel when I can
Missing airplanes, like the man said
Stuck here in the grass
Missing road signs, missing exits
driving too far too fast
Missing home now, my body’s sore
Wish I had a nice hot bath
Missing you babe like never before
Can’t wait to hear your laugh
Coming home now, I could use a rest
Been livin out on the road
Coming back now, and pretty damn soon
This gypsy life’s growing me old
Coming through babe, coming through for you
With my pockets full of gold
Coming over, to see you babe
Put some soothing on your soul
I’m a travelling man
Been travelling all over this land
I’m a music-making man
I gotta get home when I can
I gotta get home be your man
Sidestreet Motel
Words & music © John Michael Lind, Karen Jarrett
If you’re on a good run, or a road right straight from hell
You owe it to yourself to rest for a spell
Spend some time at the Sidestreet Motel
It’s got the best rates in town, by the month or the week or the day
Everybody says they’re gonna leave, they always seem to stay
The Sidestreet Motel won’t let ‘em get away
So come on now, jump out of the mainstream
Life is better when you’re living your own dream
Sidestreet Motel, Sidestreet Motel
It’s a little bit of heaven in the middle of hell
Spend some time at the Sidestreet Motel
Rocketship Bobby, lives in Number 10
Waiting for his spaceship since I don’t know when
Waiting for it to take him home again
SweetiePie Sally she takes care of the place
She’s always got a smile dancin’ ‘cross her face
You better stay in line or Sally get on your case
So come on now, jump out of the mainstream
Life is better when you’re living your own dream
Sidestreet Motel, Sidestreet Motel
It’s a little bit of heaven in the middle of hell
Spend some time at the Sidestreet Motel
So come on now, jump out of the mainstream
Life is better when you’re living your own dream
Sidestreet Motel, Sidestreet Motel
It’s a little bit of heaven in the middle of hell
Spend some time at the Sidestreet Motel
Spend some time at the Sidestreet Motel
Holding Hands
Words & music © John Michael Lind, Karen Jarrett
Walk by the river with me
Let me look into your eyes
Join our fluttering hearts
Soft and free as butterflies
We’ve been together for years
I see it all through your eyes
As we travel ‘round this world
Free‘n happy as butterflies
It can’t get better than this
You fill my heart with pure bliss
You know it understands
The Joy of Holding Hands
After all these years you’re gone
I can’t look into your eyes
Memories are all I have
Of kisses like butterflies
It won’t get better than this
You filled my heart with pure bliss
Travelling these ancient sands
And the Joy of Holding Hands
How could it get better than this
Ev’ry moment filled with bliss
We travelled through these wonderful lands
The Joy was Holding Hands
I Hear A Voice
Words & music © John Michael Lind, Karen Jarrett
I hear a voice from far away
Sounds like one I know so well
Calls to me on this cloudy day
Ringing through like heaven’s bell
Wandering in the woods everything’s fine
I’m enjoying my little trip
In nature’s bounty & warm sunshine
In this ocean of green, I’m master of my ship
Life is good, I can’t complain
Sure, sometimes I feel pain
Is it possible I have a choice
When I feel lost, I hear a voice
I hear a voice calling my name
Telling me I’m not insane
Getting lost in this silly game
I hear a voice, calling me home again
Home again? I didn’t know I was lost
Where I am has always seemed ok
Sure, I roll with my fingers crossed
Keeps me going from day to day
I’ve always followed my own mind
That’s always been the easiest part
Yet as I travel now I find
It’s better to follow my heart
Life is good, I can’t complain
Sure, sometimes I feel pain
Is it possible I have a choice
When I feel lost, I hear a voice
I hear a voice, calling my heart
I hear that voice when I’m falling apart
It’s fun and bright like a brand new toy
I hear a voice: it sounds like Joy.
Listen for that voice that sounds like Joy
Going Nowhere Slow
Words & music © John Michael Lind, Karen Jarrett
You gotta leave this town behind
You gotta get yourself moving
You ride that train to the end of the line
Going Nowhere Slow
Going nowhere slow
Travelling in one spot
You know you gotta buy a ticket
To win the big jackpot
Sometimes the grass IS greener
On the other side of the fence
Sometimes the right move
Is the one that makes no sense
Sometimes you just gotta
Jump off that moving train
It’s tough out there in the big wide world
Hard to make it alone
Any road will you there if you
Don’t know where you’re going
You know it’s gotta be better than
Going nowhere slow
Going nowhere slow
Travelling in one spot
You know you gotta buy a ticket
To win the big jackpot
Valentine’s Day (Wasn’t So Great)
Words & music © John Michael Lind
Valentine’s Day, Valentine’s Day
Valentine’s Day, wasn’t so great
On Valentine’s Day, when I got out of jail
My baby said don’t come home
There’s more to the story than that
Things were bad for a good long while
I couldn’t give what she needed to feel loved
We could have been great together
If it hadn’t all gone so bad
Now I’m down in Mexico
I’ve got nowhere left to go
On Valentine’s Day, when I got out of jail
My whole world fell apart
Well I’ve got my fears and I’ve got my troubles
They conspired to rob me of something great
It’s taken me years to bust through them bubbles
Seems to me, it’s all too late
Valentine’s Day, Valentine’s Day
Valentine’s Day wasn’t so great
We could have been great together
If it hadn’t all gone so bad
Could have been the best thing I ever had
Lightning Rod
Words & music © John Michael Lind
My friend Rod is a free-thinking man with a heart as big as a barn
He’s caring and he’s happy, playin’ his guitar
Some folks think he’s crazy ‘cause he follows his own mind
You know you can count on Rod to be faithful and be kind
When a storm is brewin’ and you fear the wrath of God
He’ll stand up, take the hit – they call him Lightning Rod
He stands up for family and friends and people on the street
Maybe he don’t look like much, he’s the toughest guy you’ll ever meet
People underestimate him ’cause he wears a smile
He don’t take him any crap, not even for a little while
When a storm is brewin’ and you fear the wrath of God
He’ll stand up, take the hit – they call him Lightning Rod
If you need a brother, if you need a friend
Rod will stand beside you til the bitter end
He’ll keep you safely moored, protected from the storm
There’s always room in Rod’s big heart to keep you safe and warm
When a storm is brewin’ and you fear the wrath of God
He’ll stand up, take the hit – they call him Lightning Rod
You can count on Lightning Rod