Unfold - Live at the Eagles Ballroom, Milwaukee, WI, 10/28/2003

Hands in line, arms close to my side

I'm fighting tides of an ocean's undertows

And I figure that I just might make it

And I'm waking empty but I'm seldom speaking

And the words retreat

Breathing histories in the something unknown

The stories untold and my arms unfold

My hands are high

And I'm holding up, I'm holding up

And I figure that I, figure that I just might make it

And I'm waking empty but seldom sleeping

And the words repeat

Breathing histories in the stories untold

And I, I unfold, yeah, yes, ah

See, now, quality is what you see now

In the corner of your eye, so don't be surprised

If you hear the bells ring as they fall over the skyline

They soundin' bong, bong, bong, bong

Ba-dah, yeah, yeah, shea

Ah, they soundin' bong, gone, gone, gone

Rrra-da-ba, rrra-da-ba-ba-do, no

Oh my, my, whoa, oh, rrra-mm-ah

I'm always holding up, up, up, up, up, up, up

Na-na-na-na-na 'nother side

And up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up

Bong, bong, bong

And I heard (and I heard, and I heard)

What did I think I heard? (I think I heard)

Well, I think I got it all figured out now (got it all figured out now)

And I think they're on to make me see

As I was driving up to save myself

Driving up coasts (driving up coasts, driving up coasts)

City after city, after city, after city, after city, after all

Day after day, after day, night after night, hall after hall (hall after hall)

What keeps me going is her call (is her call, is her call)

She's calling me (calling me, calling me)

She's clever as a bell can be (clever as a bell can be, bell can be)

Well, she loves me, loves me, loves me, loves me, loves me (loves me, loves me)

Yeah, she loves me, loves me, loves me, yeah, she does (loves me, yeah she does)

Oh, she loves me, loves me, loves me, loves me, loves, she

And I'm unfolding, unraveling (unraveling, unraveling)

See, my sweet thing is calling for me

She sings of the bong, bong, bong

She lets out a bong, bong, bong

See, my sweet thing has been calling for me

She sings of the bong, bong, bong

She lets out a bong, bong, bong

Rrra-da-va-va-vum, la-va-vum

See-de-ve-la-va-vum, la-va-vum

See-de-ve-la-va-vum, la-va-vum

See-de-ve-la-va-vum, la-va-vum

See-de-ve-la-va-la-vum, la-da-dum

See-de-ve-la-va-la-vum, la-da-dum

See-de-ve-la-va-la-do, rrra-da-do

See-de-ve-la-va-do

Yes, I'm holding up your sign

Said, I've already kissed enough

How should I know when is enough? Ooh, yeah

And I'm holding out your sign

Said, I've already missed enough

Well, here I'm showing up, ooh, yeah

And I'm holding up just thinking

That I'm holding up the line

Well, I figure that I

Well, I figure that I just might make it

And I'm waking empty but seldom sleeping

And the words repeat, ah

Breathing histories in the stories untold

And I unfold, oh-oh