Dan Costello
Come Home

Back in Brooklyn
On A Plane
Long Gone Lover
Sing On My Voicemail
Wellington
Lady Which Way
San Francisco Bay
Clay Man

Dan Costello - Vocals, Piano, Bass, Acoustic Guitar, Clarinet
Simon Beins - Trumpet
Jason Benjamin - Trumpet
Michael David Campbell - Drums, Vocals, Guitar
Rachel Devlin - Vocals, Cover Photo
Andrew Hoepfner - Vocals

Written and recorded at home by the artist.
Group singing performed by Rachel's Birthday Party.

Thanks to everyone who worked on this album, and also Brook Pridemore, Vincent Cacchione and Eric Wolfson for their friendship and inspiration.  Special thanks for Lach for the piano.

For Rachel and Talia.

www.dancostellomusic.com

© 2008 Dan Costello Music (BMI).  All Rights Reserved.

COME HOME - THE WORDS
© 2008 Dan Costello Music (BMI). All Right Reserved.

1. BACK IN BROOKLYN
Lately I been thinkin bout you every time that it's raining.
Every time that I hear a sad song, whenever I pick up my pen,
I keep wondering your location, and picture you on a mountain,
Or maybe out by a lakeside peaceful,
You sip your cocoa quiet, yeah there you are again.

And someday we'll be back in Brooklyn and we can laugh.
But right now I guess I'll just stare at your chest in a photograph.

You never looked better, wearing my favorite sweater.

Lately I been staying inside, whatever color the sky is.
Watching smoke curl over lampshades five or six times a day.
Now I went broke on loving you bad, and now I wish I was saving.
But all I got are whiskey bottles and crinkled beer cans
And empty books of matches and ashes on my pants.

I only had five hundred dollars in my bank account
And I hadn't quite figured out how I was gonna pay my rent.

We're gonna hurt eachother when you come back to Brooklyn.
Or maybe we'll be happy when you come back to Brooklyn.
I think we'll love eachother when you come back to Brooklyn.
I know that we'll be happy when you come back to Brooklyn.
But mostly it's been raining.
Yeah mostly it's been rain.

2. ON A PLANE
You're on a plane and I'm here.
You're on a plane and I'm here.
Pour the whiskey, pour the beer.
You're on a plane, and I'm here.

You're on a plane and I'm stoned.
You're on a plane and I'm stoned.
This house don't feel much like a home.
You're on a plane and I'm stoned.

Twenty-two hours and ninety-nine days
And thirty-thousand feet to go.
Might as well be the moon
I can't get there too soon.
Yeah it's a long stone to throw.

You had to go, your time was up.
You had to go, your time was up.
Now these tears fill up my loving cup.
You had to go, your time was up.

I love you more over the oceans.
Yeah I love you more over the ocean.
Now damn man, control these emotions.
I love you more over the oceans.

Twenty-two hours and ninety-nine days
And thirty-thousand feet to go.
Might as well be the moon,
I can't get there too soon,
Yeah it's a long stone to throw.

When you land baby don't you weep.
When you land baby don't you weep.
Don't cry for me just go to sleep.
When you land baby don't you weep.

You're on a plane and I'm here.
You're on a plane and I'm here.
Pour the whiskey, pour the beer.
You're on a plane, and I'm here.

3. LONG GONE LOVER
I just left the airport.  My cold stare is starting to crack.  And the train air conditioning is curling a cue up my back.  And it ain't easy, I ain't got over you yet.  You know that your love is the hardest love to forget.

When we said goodbye you said you needed me.  And then I call you on the phone and you're all 'no not right now.' Did you know what you were doing might make me feel depressed?  Well now you know, I hope you know that you brought me right down. And it ain't easy, I ain't got over you yet. You know that your love is teh hardest love to forget.

Oh baby baby baby, tell me true:  Will I ever get over you?

Now I sit at my keyboard, while I know he's out there carrying your suitcase, and carrying your heart.  And I know it wasn't malicious but I'm in Brooklyn doing the dishes and I scrub and I scrub and it's tearing me apart!  It ain't easy, I ain't got over you yet.  You know that yourt love is the hardest love to forget.

Farewell my long gone lover, and when we meet again maybe we'll be best friends, and maybe we'll get back together.  But til then I gotta move on.  So you and your new lover, get your groove on.  Just tell him something bout this marionette, whose only song's a silly song of regret. But cut the strings I'll be a real boy, I bet.  It ain't easy, I ain't got over you yet.  You know that your love is the hardest love to forget.

4. SING ON MY VOICEMAIL
Sing on my voicemail
Breathe into my cell phone
So I won't have to breathe alone

It's been two days
Short of two months
And that's too long
Even just once

Sing on my voicemail
Breathe into my cell phone
So I won't have to breathe alone

I made a mistake
And I am guilty
And I am sorry
That you are far away

Sing on my voicemail
Ball into my cellphone
So I won't have to ball alone

And maybe I don't feel like saying hello today
But Verizon is the only bill that I can afford to pay

Sing on my voicemail
Bleed into my cellphone
So I won't have to bleed alone

And if you miss me
And feel like singing
I know my cell phone
Sure feels like ringing.

5. WELLINGTON
I don't drink alone.
I drink in front of people.
I don't know why.

I get so high.
My brothers and I,
We do things to extremes.
It haunts all my dreams.
I wake up and I scream,
"What time is it in Wellington?"

6. LADY WHICH WAY
I thought I was the one with distractions
I thought I was the one in outer space.
And now I'm issuing retractions
Cuz I found out that's not the case.

Lady which way are you going today?

You're off on your adventures
What's here one day is gone the next.
I'm desperate beyond measure
Overstimulated and underdressed

Lady which way are you going today?

I knew that you were born to ramble
Like your daddy and my best friend too.
When I sleep with you I dream up a storm
At least I sleep the whole night through

My playbook runneth over
With the words of Vincent Cash.
And my grand schemes and my big dreams
Fit on the bat of a falling eyelash

The arrows that come from your brain
Shoot in twenty different directions
That change with every hour
But all point home again

Lady which way are you going today?

Well my momma was never a big shot
And my daddy he never left home.
But like you I was born to travel and tour
And someday my morning will come.

I wanna go with you
I'll choke and squeeze the bottle.
I never get through
What's keepin me caught up
Is off on vacation.
So send me directions
And I'm off to the station.

7. SAN FRANCISCO BAY
Sometimes it ain't like I planned it
And it ain't like I care
Sometimes I'm like a baby elephant
who's falling down the stairs

Sometime a little bit of kindness
Goes a long long way
I hope that you enjoy San Francisco Bay

I hear that it's nice there
Kids running in yards
There's Uncle Jesse and the twins
When you deal a deck of cards

Let's hope that the lightning
knows how to strike twice
I hear that San Francisco is nice

Have a cup of Rice-A-Roni on Me
Don't skimp on the cheese
Buy me a lighter
in the shape of a trolley car
if you see one please.

Sometimes I wanna sit inside
Sometimes I wanna play
And I hope that you enjoy San Francisco Bay

I hear there's a breeze there.
It's houses on hills.
Can you tell me, cuz' I don't know what to do
Or what to make of a San Francisco You.

Have a cup of Rice-A-Roni on Me
Don't skimp on the cheese
Buy me a lighter
in the shape of a trolley car
if you see one please.

Now I'm comin to find you
Even tho I can't afford it
You keep pullin me westward
So hard I can't ignore it

When you cry I feel like dying
Cuz I don't know what to say
I hope you enjoy San Francisco Bay

When you lie I feel like crying
My sunny skies turn grey
Well your sins can keep on shinin
But you will still be mine when
You return from San Francisco Bay.

Your sins they keep on shinin
But you will still be mine when
You return from San Francisco Bay.

8. CLAY MAN
Don't you ever lean your head on a man made of clay,
Cuz you'll never get him back the way he was the first time that you saw him.

I'm sick of all these minute men,
These tragedies, these gaping holes.
And the wannabees, who just want to be
What they were gonna be before they saved their souls.

Oh my friend you wouldn't believe the things she said,
In my arms, said to me:
"Oh my darling, I will never leave."