Did you ever wake up with a vague dream in your head? Like this war was over? Well I did last week and that is just about the extent of how much this war effects me...'kinda like a slightly broken heart.
 It's not enough to make me move to Nashville and become a country singer (like in a Jordan Caress song). And besides even if it was a good year for the roses, I would worry too much, like Buddy Miller said. Remember the only daddy that'll walk the line and the fightin' side of me? They were crisp and clear, all in black and white. Today it's all colors, it's all gray; from the surrender monkeys to the ditto-heads, nobody is right. It's all shades of who's wrong filling up the night air...
  But on Tuesdays I can lean over that table with Merle Haggard on my mind, and for a moment everything is fine. Man where would we be without that table?
  Last week it was Kristin Andreassen's turn to sing. It was hush hush baby and the red shoes blues. Just don't put on the red shoes or Kristin's gonna give you the blues if you know what I'm saying. They'll make you dance all night long. Or was it Molly Brown? Just drivin' around town and ending up at the Lizard lounge. I guess the aforementioned Jordan was too, up from Nashville singing harmony on Theresa, just like the record. She gave us little signals and I'm on fire. Yeah the one by the boss. We didn't quite make it into Pat Benetar territory; who needs another battlefield? Still it was killing us hearing those girls sing, Aoife and Katy too.
  Did we really close with close to you?  Thank you one and all; a bottle of beer and KC too. Yoshimi was dedicated to Dan behind the board. Never take the place of your man went out to all you all that came down. Nothing is gonna take the place of that...on Tuesdays it is wonderful to forget, but when we wake up on Wednesday doesn't it all seem like a dream, a dream in blue.