We walked back to my place and sure enough one thing

Led to another and at dawn you were there.

Your breath on my shoulder, your hand in my hair.

2. Just a week later, it happened again,

I was sure that we’d move to lovers from friends,

But that time I woke to a half empty bed,

And at least two months passed till I saw you again.

Chorus:

Is it left, is it right? Is it east, is it west?

Is it day, is it night? Is it good or the best?

I’m looking for answers, I’m looking for clues.

There has to be something to tell me the truth

I’m trying to know, but I can just guess,

Is it love between us?

Is it love, is it less?

3. I saw you and some girl on the street one day.

Oh, look, here’s my friend, I heard you say.

But the “friend” that you meant wasn’t her; it was me,

And you took her hand, pleased as could be.

4. Then just a month later, we meet for a beer,

We got to talking and then I hear,

you wonder out loud how life would be

if you got married to someone like me.

Chorus.

5. I read blogs and the papers, I watch cable news.

But the more that I hear, I get more confused.

Which reminds me of us, I simply can’t tell

If I’m immune or I’m under your spell.

Chorus.

Near the Silver Mine

1. I’ve lived in LA, I’ve lived in Maine,

New York City and the Midwest Plains,

But there’s only one place I consider home.

When I was a kid—the house we owned.

Life was perfect and all was fine,

In that big old house … near the silver mine.

Chorus:

The silver mine … the silver mine.

I can’t remember a happier time,

In that big old house … near the silver mine.

2. I remember autumn, pies in the oven,

Sitting on the porch, a little teenage lovin’,

Riding the pony and walking the dogs,

Helping daddy outside, splitting logs.

Life was simple and life was fine,

In that big old house, near the silver mine.

Chorus.

3. It stewed in the summer and froze in the winter,

The floors were sure to give you splinters.

A little wind and we’d lose the lights,

But nobody cared, it just seemed right.

Life was cozy and all was fine,

In that big old house, near the silver mine.

Chorus.

4. We’d go to the mine and sneak up close

To watch the train fill up with loads,

And wonder which nugget of shiny silver

Would become a ring for some girl’s finger.

The future was bright and life was fine

In that big old house near the silver mine.

Chorus.

5. There was always kin and pickers too,

From daddy’s band, playing country and blues,

They’d clear a table to be a stage,

And get me up to sing and play.