MR.OCTOBER
Written by Jonathan Lethem, Walter Salas-Humara, Chris Maxwell, and Phil Hernandez
Published by Furry Girl Songs (BMI), Lagartija Music (BMI), and ElegantToo Music (ASCAP)

My tired dreaming head
Called her back to my bed
It’s not enough to say there are no spaces in between

My tired dreaming head
Painted her whole body red
It's easy to say things are not as simple as they seem

Went to a party Friday night
On the canal
Saw a neon sign
In the shape of a smile
So I interviewed for the job

My tired dreaming head
Made an appointment with my dad
It's nothing to me if you're a figure from a dream

My tired dreaming head
Followed him to the upper deck
And watched Mr. October hit his 500th home run

Went to a party Saturday night night
On the lagoon
Met a surfer who'd lost his sight
I met the man in the moon
So I interviewed for the job

My tired dreaming head
My tired dreaming head
My tired dreaming head

TOWTRUCK
Written by Jonathan Lethem, Walter Salas-Humara, Chris Maxwell, and Phil Hernandez
Published by Furry Girl Songs (BMI), Lagartija Music (BMI), and ElegantToo Music (ASCAP)

If I had met you
Early in my life
I would have blown it
There'd be no high time
Would not have known
I would not have known

There is a mailbox
Inside's a letter
For when you can't stop
Picking mushrooms
Just when the day breaks
Think about your bedroom
That's when my heart aches
Some days you know
Yeah some days you know
If you get the car stuck
You can call my towtruck

If you want it
You better grab it
Across the swimming pool
In a stroke so smooth
Some days you own it
Some days you close down
And when you're not too sure
You better go find out
Cause one day you're young
Next day you're old
If you get the car stuck
You can call the towtruck

That golden thing in you
Always touchs me
The things I want to do
You're always get there first

If you had met me
Early in your life
You would have blown it
There'd be no high time
Would not have known
You would not have known
If you get the car stuck
You can call the towtruck

AFTER MILD WINTER
Written by Jonathan Lethem, Walter Salas-Humara, Chris Maxwell, and Phil Hernandez
Published by Furry Girl Songs (BMI), Lagartija Music (BMI), and ElegantToo Music (ASCAP)

Always, after mild winter
Termites thrive
You'll find holes in what matters
Turn the key in your car, it won't drive
You'll wake, after mild winter
Walking small
The things on the shelf that you reach for
Between your fingers they'll fall

It isn't a question of whether mild winter
Is gentle on your mind
Because after mild winter too much of what matters
falls behind

Tough luck, after mild winter
Bells unrung
Tuners can't fix the pianos
Songs, they don't want to be sung

Repeat Chorus

He opened the letter
Sank onto the deckchair
And read the words she'd left behind
That evening had wrecked her
He couldn't protect her
From the bomb in the back of his mind

HOWARD
Written by Jonathan Lethem, Walter Salas-Humara, Chris Maxwell, Phil Hernandez, and Mike DuClos
Published by Furry Girl Songs (BMI), Lagartija Music (BMI), ElegantToo Music (ASCAP), and 67 Van Rensselaer Blvd Music (ASCAP).

I work for the phone company. This is something that happened about twenty years ago. I was working late -- I thought I was the only one left in the building. This guy Howard busts into my office, his eyes all feverish, his nose all sweaty. Howard is kind of a loner, kind of a weird guy. Keeps to himself. The sort of guy you hate to ride down in the elevator with. "What's the matter Howard?" "Listen, Jim, listen. There are people out there dialing. millions of people." "Yes, Howard?" "We've got them right where we want them. They're ours. They go to their phones, they make the decision to call, and they dial. Seven numbers. They're in the palm of our hand, but they don't pay." "They don't pay because they get a busy signal, Howard." "Right. So What if there were no busy signal? What if everyone always got through?" "Everyone getting through is like no one getting through, Howard. You'd just have to choose anyway. You'd have to tell people to call back later. You'd have to give the busy signal in person." And Howard said, "Exactly."

AMANDA MORNING
Written by Jonathan Lethem, Walter Salas-Humara, Chris Maxwell, and Phil Hernandez
Published by Furry Girl Songs (BMI), Lagartija Music (BMI), and ElegantToo Music (ASCAP)

In her bedroom
In the dawn hours
Under the covers, watch the clock
Watch the second hand, Watch the sand run out
Get on her radar and claim a spot
Pick the phone up
Amanda on call waiting, stealing time and never getting caught

Amanda
Amanda morning
Amanda later as we speak
Amanda afternoon, Amanda evening
Amanda even later in the week

Always leaving
Always running
Always lining up a date
In the shower
In the mirror, the meters running, check the rate
Amanda is with her calendar
And all her messages will have to wait

Repeat Chorus

She's got an morning
She's got an afternoon
She's got an evening coming soon
But if you want the overnight
Well mister that's too bad
Cause's he's the only overnight
She's ever had

Repaeat Chorus

DRINK 'TIL I'M SOBER
Written by Jonathan Lethem, Walter Salas-Humara, Chris Maxwell, and Phil Hernandez
Published by Furry Girl Songs (BMI), Lagartija Music (BMI), and ElegantToo Music (ASCAP)

I'm gonna roll till it's over
I'm gonna drink till I'm sober
Gonna roll right throught the night
Gonna let it be wrong and let it be right

I'm gonna roll till it's over
I'm gonna drink till I'm sober
I'm gonna I'm gonna fill my belly full
I'm gonna fly fly fly around the world

I'm gonna grab what I need
Live the biggest life you ever seen
Never gonna let go of my dreams

I'm gonna roll till it's over
I'm gonna drink till I'm sober
Gonna chase my demons down
Gonna take my party town to town

I'm gonna grab what I need
Live the biggest life you ever seen
Never gonna let go of my dreams

I'm gonna fall to my bare knees
I'm gonna grope for my car keys
Gonna phone up my ex-wife
Tell her everything that I love about life

I'm gonna stick to my creed
Follow that shit where it leads
Never even slightly adjust my speed

I'm gonna floss 'til my gums bleed
I'm gonna sit where the cat peed
Gonna call every girl I ever met
Tell 'em they haven't seen nothing yet

I'm gonna torch the family farm
I'm gonna chew off my right arm
Trying to avoid any further harm

I'm gonna start pushin' up daisies
I'm gonna go live in Hades
Gonna lead all the damned in a parade
Show 'em all the places where I ever got laid

I'm gonna drive off a cliff
I'm gonna drive off a cliff
I'm gonna drive off a cliff

THE PITCHERS GAVE UP
Written by Jonathan Lethem, Walter Salas-Humara, Chris Maxwell, and Phil Hernandez
Published by Furry Girl Songs (BMI), Lagartija Music (BMI), and ElegantToo Music (ASCAP)

Last night
The pitchers gave up
Things got out of hand
Shortstops took the mound
Across this great land

In every stadium
The pitchers gave up
They got out of town
Surrendered their mitts
They gave up the crown

When the batters
Scored thirty runs
The pitchers all cried
The word went out
On the pitchers grapevine

All over the league
All over the world
Sick of living with doubt
Lonely and scared
The pitchers clocked outv
They all set up a farm
A pitchers preserve
Where they get what they want
And think they deserve
Where hits are illegal
And the batters all get shot
Home runs are unheard of
Every runner is caught
An inning's eternal
Mound's fifty feet high
The umpire's an elm tree
With a strike zone as big as your mind
With a strike zone as big as your mind
With a strike zone as big as your mind

WALKS INTO
Written by Jonathan Lethem, Walter Salas-Humara, Chris Maxwell, Phil Hernandez, and John Schott
Published by Furry Girl Songs (BMI), Lagartija Music (BMI), ElegantToo Music (ASCAP), and Smash The State! (ASCAP).

A man walks into a bar. A man walks into a bar. He says to the bartender -- A man walks into a bar. He says to the bartender -- I've got a talking dog, a frog, a parrot, a carrot. A man walks into a bar. He says to the bartender -- pour me a drink. A man -- These three guys -- A man -- He walks into the bar and he says - There's a frog on his head. A man walks into a bar. So the bartender says to him A man walks into a bar. We don't serve string here. Get lost. He says to the bartender -- I bet my dog can -- A man walks into a bar. These three guys -- A drunk walks into a bar. Pour me a drink. The bartender says -- Haven't I seen you before? So the frog says -- This guy walks into a bar. No, another bar. Same guy. So the frog says -- The man walks over to the jukebox. In every bar there's one thing that's always there. On the jukebox. The song "Anna". The man puts a quarter in the jukebox. It's the Beatles version but the man hears the song in the voice of the guy who wrote it, Arthur Alexander. "Oh, Anna, you come and ask me, babe -- to set you free, babe, you say he loves you more than me --" He says to the bartender -- Pour me a drink. So the bartender says -- We don't serve string. So the guy says -- There's these three drunks -- So the guy says -- I don't know, it just grew there. So the bartender says That dog can't talk. So the guy says Pour me a drink. He looks up and down the bar Pour me a drink. So the bartender says Are you a piece of string? So the guys says Go ahead and ask it a question. So the bartender says Okay, Fido Who's the greatest ballplayer of all time? So the dog says, "Ruth!" The guy looks up and down the bar like he has a million times. But Ruth isn't there. He's looking for her, but she isn't there. The dog is wrong. The dog is always wrong. Anna's always on the jukebox, but Ruth is never at the bar. So the bartender says Get lost So the guy says No, I'm a frayed knot. So the guy says No, I'm afraid not. This guy walks into a bar No, I'm afraid not. He's got a chicken with him. Pour me a drink. He goes into a bar. So the guy says -- That's easy for you to say. So the chicken -- The guy goes to the jukebox. The song is there. He puts in a quarter. "Anna --" The guy sits back down at the bar. The drunk leans over and says to him, "you're looking for Ruth?" "Yeah," says the guy. "You seen her?" "I'm a frayed knot. Ha ha. But keep looking, pal. You'll find her." "That's easy for you to say. I've looked in every bar in every joke in America." The guy finishes his drink and goes outside, with his dog, his frog, his chicken, his parrot, and his carrot. It's raining. There's another bar down the street. He can see the neon in the rain. The dog looks up at the guy and says: "You think I shoulda said DiMaggio?" The guy pats the dog on the head and starts for the bar.

UNCOMPLICATED
Written by Jonathan Lethem, Walter Salas-Humara, Chris Maxwell, and Phil Hernandez
Published by Furry Girl Songs (BMI), Lagartija Music (BMI), and ElegantToo Music (ASCAP)

In the air
Over the ocean
Faster and faster
The light is falling
The sky becoming
Harder and harder to use
No need to choose

Uncomplicated
Does it have to be so hard?
Uncomplicated
Hop the fence into the backyard
So many things can go wrong
If you try and understand them
Uncomplicated

Her eyes are closed
Her skin is shining
Like a diamond
Her heart is racing
Everybody's facing
One direction to
Take in the movie

Repat Chorus

Chicken or beef
Adulterated movies
Without a hint of grief
Wear the headphones
Take your relief

Brief instructions
Lighted rows
A water landing
Everybody already knows
They not paying attention
They're worried about their clothes

Repat Chorus

Uncomplicated
Does it have to be so hard?
Uncomplicated
Do you have to look so far?
Uncomplicated
Put the charges on your card
Uncomplicated
Hop the fence into the backyard
So many things can go wrong
If you try and understand them
Uncomplicated

ELEVATED PLANE
Written by Jonathan Lethem, Walter Salas-Humara, Chris Maxwell, and Phil Hernandez
Published by Furry Girl Songs (BMI), Lagartija Music (BMI), and ElegantToo Music (ASCAP)

Somedays nothing happens
You think nothing can
Somedays the morning slips from your hands
Elevated Plane
Elevated Plane

Not caring to struggle
Not to dash for the train
Not looking for trouble nor pain
Elevated plane
Elevated Plane

Neither hoping for sunshine
Or praying for rain
Not running in circles against the grain
Elevated plane
Elevated Plane

No exalted syntax
Busy straining your brain
Not reaching for heaven
Nor circling the drain
Elevated plane
Elevated Plane

No shadowy staircase
No cattle, no cane
Just a minor adjustment
Too simple to name
Elevated plane
Elevated Plane

Elevated Plane
Elevated Plane
Waiting out the false night
Staying up till first light
Shifting to some elevated Plane

LONELY GAINS
Written by Jonathan Lethem, Walter Salas-Humara, Chris Maxwell, and Phil Hernandez
Published by Furry Girl Songs (BMI), Lagartija Music (BMI), and ElegantToo Music (ASCAP)

Mostly
Lonely gains
It bunches and pools
Doesn't distinguish between
Lovers and fools

Everywhere
Appetite aches
It paces its cage
Never misses the mark
Skips a page

Lately
Entropy sells
It whispers and weeps
Always marking the cards
Playing for keeps

Sometimes
Hopeful folds
It curdles and sours
Groping for minimum wage
Maximum hours

These days
Guilty phones
It calls up collect
Rarely showing a face
Being direct

Tonight
Emily waits
She watches the door
Thinking of building a nest
Swimming for shore

Mostly
Lonely Gains
It bunches and pools
Doesn't
Distinguish between
Lovers and fools

MISSING PERSONS
Written by Jonathan Lethem, Walter Salas-Humara, Chris Maxwell, Phil Hernandez, and John Schott
Published by Furry Girl Songs (BMI), Lagartija Music (BMI), ElegantToo Music (ASCAP), and Smash The State! (ASCAP).

You're in a chase scene with no one behind you. You couldn't have done a thing: no motive, no means, no opportunity. But you're cast against type this time. They sent you taped instructions: ninety minutes of silence. You accidentally erased it. You call Missing Persons, but they put you on hold. You're the stunt man, wired to die. You're wearing a vest full of explosive cartridges filled with fake blood, but you can't get anyone to shoot at you. The taxicab crashed, but the meter's still running. You stake out the zoo, but the bears aren't talking. A bum tries to sell you his hat. You call missing persons, but you can't get them interested in the case. How can you be missing if you made the call? You try to remember what the coach told you in the locker room. Today is the last day of the end of your life. He who hesitates, quits smoking. Why do they call it second person when there's nobody else around? All your scenes are on the cutting room floor. You duck into a doorway and find yourself at a party. They're celebrating New Hour's Minute. They elect you secretary of the present tense. You call Missing Persons, but they don't pick up the phone. You call Missing Persons and get your own answering machine. The beep never comes. The beep never comes. The beep never comes.

METER RUNNING IN A CRASHED CAB
Written by Jonathan Lethem, Walter Salas-Humara, Chris Maxwell, and Phil Hernandez
Published by Furry Girl Songs (BMI), Lagartija Music (BMI), and ElegantToo Music (ASCAP)

Like a meter running in a crashed cab
Like a needle bumping round on an inner groove
Like a meter running in a crashed cab
The game's long over but the players don't move

You're on my nerves
Getting under my skin
I know sooner or later
It's gonna sink in
The game got called
On account of doom
You're singing operettas
To an empty room

Like a meter running in a crashed cab
Like a doctor operating on a pile of bones
Like a meter running in a crashed cab
The phone just rings because nobody's home

I said 'help me operator
Try to end this call'
Don't talk to the hand
Take it up with the wall
The ump cried "out"
You're still at the plate
You're taking up space
And you're tempting fate

Like a meter running in a crashed cab
Like a needle bumping round on an inner groove
Like a meter running in a crashed cab
The game's long over but the players don't move

I'm breaking you down
Just to see it done
It's easy to do
And it's fairly fun
You're nobody's sweetheart
So nobody's sad
You're like a -- ooh! -- meter running in an -- ooh! -- crashed cab!

HOPING FOR A COMEBACK
Written by Jonathan Lethem, Walter Salas-Humara, Chris Maxwell, and Phil Hernandez
Published by Furry Girl Songs (BMI), Lagartija Music (BMI), and ElegantToo Music (ASCAP)

Like strong black coffee
Like a long hot shower
I'm hoping for a comeback

Like smoking a Cohiba
Like browning in the oven
I'm hoping for a comeback

It's not too late
It's not too soon
Wanna take up
A bit more room
Wanna get arrested
In this town again
Wanna have a chance
To be your friend

Like falling in the ocean
Like drifting down the river
I'm hoping for a comeback

Like drawing in the sand
Like a southern high school dance
I'm hoping for a comeback

It's not too late
It's not too soon
Wanna take up
A bit more room
Wanna get arrested
In this town again
Wanna have a chance
To be your friend
Wanna take a chance
And be your friend

Like strong black coffee
Like a long hot shower
I'm hoping for a comeback

It's not too late
It's not too soon
Wanna take up
A bit more room
Wanna get arrested
In this town again
Wanna have a chance
Wanna take a chance
And be your friend

Wanna have a chance
Wanna take a chance
Wanna have a chance
And be your friend