Something Better - Notes

Move On

Bill Small / Randy Sitzler / J. MacArthur

It's as simple as throwing your clothes in a bag

Pointing your finger anywhere on the map

Turn the key, don't look back

Move on

Everything gets harder as the night rolls in

And I don't feel her breath on my skin

Or the rush of her touch

That made my heart start to spin

I'm movin on

We said our love would last forever

It would never end

I took her for granted and then

I've got to find a way to lift this heavy heart

Leave this place and make a brand new start

Step into the light

Get out of the dark

And move on

We said our love would last forever

It would never end

I took her for granted and then

It's as simple as throwing your clothes in a bag

Pointing your finger anywhere on the map

Turn the key, don't look back

Move on

Bill Small - Guitar, Vocals

Ron Flynt - B3 Organ

Luke Wilkins - Beats and Arrangement

Recorded and Mixed by Ron Flynt @ Jumping Dog Studio, Austin TX

Mastered by Simon Gibson @ Abbey Road Studios, London UK

Earthquake

Bill Small

When your hand came close to mine

Like some tectonic shift

Restless giants

Set the earth adrift

I thought I was so solid

Then I was rolling like a wave

The walls I built so carefully

Began to pitch and sway

Love is an earthquake

Unprepared, it took us by surprise

Love is an earthquake

Take my hand and hold on for the ride

Maybe we can keep each other safe

Love’s an earthquake

The first time I held him

So beautiful, so small

The ground beneath me opened up

I knew that I would fall

I’m no Shanghai tower

No reinforced concrete

I have no counterbalance

I’m swaying on my feet

Love is an earthquake

Unprepared, he took us by surprise

Love is an earthquake

Take my hand and hold on for the ride

Maybe we can keep each other safe

Love’s an earthquake

Living on a fault line

Fractures running deep inside a heart

Keeping it together

Clinging to the edge

Knowing it could all just fall apart

Love is an earthquake

Unprepared, it takes you by surprise

Love is an earthquake

Take my hand and hold on for the ride

Maybe we can keep each other safe

Love’s an earthquake

Bill Small - Guitar, Vocal

Ron Flynt - Bass, Piano

Emily Gimble - Harmony Vocal

Recorded and Mixed by Ron Flynt @ Jumping Dog Studio, Austin TX

Mastered by Geoff Pesche @ Abbey Road Studios, London UK

Train

Bill Small / Randy Sitzler

There's a train moaning in the distance

A pouring rain offers no resistance

A woman's heart left shattered in pieces

I can hear the pain in the sound of the midnight train

Standing here staring at the station

In a downfall so heavy

Washing away my motivation

This trouble in my heart is poison in my veins

Gotta cross this street and board the midnight train

There's a slow rumble down the tracks

If I take this step there's no turning back

There's a train rolling through the distance

A pouring rain offers no resistance

A broken heart still shattered in pieces

Ease the pain with the sound of the midnight train

Bill Small - Guitar, Bass, Vocal

Ron Flynt - B3 Organ

Lou Mondelli - Drums

Jeff McQueen - Pedal Steel

Recorded and Mixed by Ron Flynt @ Jumping Dog Studio, Austin TX

Additional recording by Bill Small @ Studio 940, Wimberley TX

and Lou Mondelli @ Louietunes, Charlotte NC

Mastered by Geoff Pesche @ Abbey Road Studios, London UK

So Many Sundays

Bill Small

Your hand feels so tiny now inside of mine

Skin like dry paper, covered in vines

They spread like a roadmap of all that you’ve seen

I wish I could visit all the places you’ve been

We sit here together like so many Sundays

You say that’s what Sundays are for

It’s a tradition in our family

That’s something you just can’t ignore

Reverent and Solemn

A moment of Silence

Hands Joined around the table in love

Will we remember

Will we continue

Hands joined around the table in love

I feel your hand squeezing as you watch them drifting

Your eyes sending silent commands

I wish I could tell you, tell you they hear it

I hope someday they understand

They’re too young to follow the line

They don’t care what came before

Maybe it just doesn’t matter anymore

Someday I’ll be at the head of this table

The ghost of your fingers in mine

I'll carry on with all that you started

I'll pass it on when it’s time

Reverent and Solemn

A moment of Silence

Hands Joined around the table in love Will they remember

Will they continue

Hands joined around the table in love

Bill Small - Guitars, Bass, Vocals, Percussion

Ron Flynt - Piano

Recorded by Bill Small @ Studio940, Wimberley TX

Additional recording and mix by Ron Flynt @ Jumping Dog Studio, Austin TX

Mastered by Andy Walter @ Abbey Road Studios, London UK

Gone

Bill Small / Scott George

Why did you have to go?

Couldn’t you see how much more 

There was to say?

Was it too late to turn it around?

Were you really so afraid?

I was a child by an open window

Singin the words to my favorite song

You helped me find my voice

Now yours is gone

Beguiling, dying, fading away

Just trying to gain control

Did you know we could hear your pain?

Not enough love to fill the hole

I was a child by an open window

Singin the words to my favorite song

You helped me find my voice

Now yours is gone

Too soon

You were sitting on top of the world

They long to be close to you

You were such a lonely girl

I was a child by an open window

Joyfully singing along

You helped me find my voice

Now yours is gone

Bill Small - Piano, Vocals, Guitar, Percussion

Ron Flynt - Bass, Melotron, String Arrangement

Julie Carter - Cello

Recorded and Mixed by Ron Flynt @ Jumping Dog Studio, Austin TX

Mastered by Christian Wright @ Abbey Road Studios, London UK

Nothing I Can Do

Bill Small / Randy Sitzler

There's nothing like magnolia trees

In a gentle southern breeze

But they don't grow around here

In this city

I don't know how I wound up in this town

There's nothing I can do about it now

She was sitting on the steps

Of her front porch the day I left

I told her I'd be back

In a minute

I didn't plan to let her down

There's nothing I can do about it now

There's nothing I can do about running away

I didn't mean to go but I couldn't stay

There's nothing I can do to make it right

Standing all alone in the middle of the night

In the belly of this beast

Dirty sidewalks, dirty streets

Underneath a dirty sky

It isn't pretty

I turned my whole world upside down

There's nothing I can do about it now

There's nothing like magnolia trees

In a gentle southern breeze

But they don't grow around here

In this city

Bill Small - Vocal, Guitar, Mandolin, Bass

Recorded @ Studio940, Wimberley, TX

Mixed by Ron Flynt @ Jumping Dog Studio, Austin TX

Mastered by Andy Walter @ Abbey Road Studio, London UK

Something Better

Bill Small / Randy Sitzler

Been kicking these stones far to long

Dust is all I can taste

This tin can living ain't quite heaven

Even angels left this place

Let's throw a prayer into the air

Stop living in misery

Hey baby what do you say?

I think it's time to leave

There's gotta be something

There's gotta be something better

There's gotta be something better than this

No steady work no steady pay

We can't leave and we can't stay

Round and round and round we spin

We turn our pockets inside out

Weeping wailing screeching shouting

Like devils in the wind

South Dakota, Idaho

Columbus Ohio

Anywhere we go

Has gotta be better than this

Been kicking these stones far to long

Dust is all I can taste

Maybe we can have half a chance

If we can make it to the interstate

I could roughneck on an oil rig

You could wait tables in OKC

Hey baby what do you say?

I think it's time to leave

There's gotta be something

There's gotta be something better

There's gotta be something better than this

Bill Small - Vocal, Guitars, Bass

Dalton Sitzler - Drums

Ron Flynt - B3, Wurlitzer

Recorded @ Studio 940, Wimberley TX

Additional recording and mix by Ron Flynt @ Jumping Dog Studio, Austin TX

Mastered by Simon Gibson @ Abbey Road Studios, London UK