AO55 - EP 

Believe 

Yes we can do it, if we believe it 

 Joe is a barber in Northwest DC 

Always has a coffee and a smile for me 

Gathers the kids and teaches for free 

Rise from the blacktop and the street-deal debris 

  

Maybe the world can be better than this 

Let's try to change the world so it's better than this 

Yes we can do it, if we believe it 

  

Matthew trades bonds on the New York exchange 

He’d feel more at home with his life rearranged 

He’d rather be what he wants to be 

Department store mannequin or captain at sea 

  

Maybe the world can be better than this 

Let's try to change the world so it's better than this 

Yes we can do it, if we believe it 

  

Alone at the bottom of a hill 

Desperation comes over you like a chill 

You think you’ll never make it up 

But maybe you will 

Harmony would be fine 

All together all of the time 

But you might be tempted to sing solo instead 

No matter the state your mind is in 

No matter the color of your skin 

Yellow or brown or black or white 

We still bleed red 

  

Maybe the world can be better than this 

Let’s change the world so it’s better than this 

  

Yes we can do it, if we believe it 

  

Words & Music by Tom Grome (BMI) and Jimmy Sparks (BMI) 

℗ © 2010 by Tom Grome and Jimmy Sparks 

  

The band: 

Jimmy Sparks: lead and backing vocals, drums 

Tom Grome: keyboards, backing vocals 

JP Maheu: guitars and bass 

  

Produced by JP Maheu 

Recorded at Intrinsic Studios, Stafford, Virginia    

 https://www.reverbnation.com/label/intrinsicrecordingandmedia 

Mastered by Dave Collins  www.collinsaudio.com 

Released by Blue Frog Records 

  

Red Letter Day 

I feel that it’s all over 

And I don’t really care 

It’s nice to look over my shoulder 

And find that you’re not there 

  

She set me up to tear me apart 

She wanna end and I wanna start 

It’s all right, that’s the way she planned it 

I watched until I had to laugh       

She traded me for a better half 

It’s all right, don’t need to understand it 

  

It started out a perfect morning 

Disappeared without a warning 

Wasn’t a red letter day for me 

  

I thought isn’t it just fitting 

That it should end this way 

And the traffic is so loud dear 

I can’t hear a word you say 

  

She set me up to tear me apart 

I wanna end and she wanna start 

It’s all right, that’s the way she planned it 

I watched until I had to laugh       

She traded me for a better half 

It’s all right, don’t need to understand it 

  

It started out a perfect morning 

Disappeared without a warning 

Wasn’t a red letter day for me 

  

As I watch the bus doors and she don’t turn around 

It occurs to me that things are getting better by the hour 

  

It started out a perfect morning 

Disappeared without a warning 

Wasn’t a red letter day for me 

  

It’s not all bad 

Another perfect day  

  

Words & Music by Tom Grome (BMI), Jimmy Sparks (BMI), and JP Maheu 

℗ © 2010 by Tom Grome and Jimmy Sparks  

  

The band: 

Jimmy Sparks: lead and backing vocals, drums 

Tom Grome: keyboards, backing vocals 

JP Maheu: guitars and bass 

  

Produced by JP Maheu 

Recorded at Intrinsic Studios, Stafford, Virginia    

https://www.reverbnation.com/label/intrinsicrecordingandmedia 

Mastered by Dave Collins www.collinsaudio.com 

Released by Blue Frog Records 

 

Understand 

You can cry on my shoulder, it’s nothing new 

Don’t you tell me your lies I won’t pretend they’re true 

I’ve got lines on my face that start to show 

Whenever you come around I just never know 

  

I don’t think you really understand what I’ve been through 

But it seems like this happens every day 

  

I’ll put my pen to the paper and write it down 

I’ll have a box full of letters just laying around 

And if I seem apprehensive well whatever so what 

I’ll see the glass as half full you’ll drink it down 

  

I don’t think you really understand what I’ve been through 

But it’s just as simple maybe as the difference between me and you 

And it’s all right, maybe even better if there’s nothing left to say 

But it seems like this happens every day. 

  

I think you don’t even really wanna know what I think 

I think you don’t even really wanna know 

  

I don’t think you really understand what I’ve been through 

But it’s just as simple maybe as the difference between me and you 

And it’s all right, maybe even better if there’s nothing left to say 

But it seems like this happens every day 

  

  

Words & Music by Tom Grome (BMI) and Jimmy Sparks (BMI) 

℗ © 2010 by Tom Grome and Jimmy Sparks  

  

The band: 

Jimmy Sparks: lead vocals, drums 

Tom Grome: keyboards, backing vocals 

JP Maheu: guitars and bass 

  

Produced by JP Maheu 

Recorded at Intrinsic Studios, Stafford, Virginia  

 https://www.reverbnation.com/label/intrinsicrecordingandmedia 

Mastered by Dave Collins www.collinsaudio.com 

Released by Blue Frog Records 

 

Prayer for the Lonely 

Wisp paper thin like a reed on the shore 

Complicated thoughts like love or something more 

Prayer for the lonely and praise for those in need 

Strength for those who follow and sympathy for those who lead 

  

I tip the bottle and I drink until I’m dry 

I’m gonna lay my guns down and watch the world go by 

A prayer for those who comfort and praise for those in need 

Strength for those who harvest and care for those who bleed 

  

You wanna live a straight line but never get it right 

But you try, you try anyway 

Call it luck or call it anything you like 

But I’ll find a way 

  

We all ask forgiveness but we never offer the same 

We all find religion while we’re standing in the rain 

Prayer for the lonely and praise for those in need 

Strength for those who follow and sympathy for those who lead 

  

You wanna live a straight line but never get it right 

But you try, you try anyway 

Call it luck or call it anything you like 

But I’ll find a way 

  

She looked at me, said honey life ain’t fair 

It put a nasty scar on me I swear 

I’m only looking for some happiness 

I’m asking for too much I guess 

  

You wanna live a straight line but never get it right 

But you try, you try anyway 

Call it luck or call it anything you like 

But I’ll find the way 

   

Words & Music by Tom Grome (BMI) and Jimmy Sparks (BMI) 

℗ © 2010 by Tom Grome and Jimmy Sparks 

  

The band: 

Jimmy Sparks: lead vocals, acoustic guitar 

Tom Grome: piano, backing vocals 

Boo Lee, lead guitar, acoustic guitar 

Steve “Geppetto” Worrall, bass 

Hector Gutierrez, drums 

  

Produced by AO55 and JP Maheu 

Recorded at Intrinsic Studios, Stafford, Virginia  

https://www.reverbnation.com/label/intrinsicrecordingandmedia  

Released by Blue Frog Records 

 

Goldie 

When I opened my eyes to red mornin’ skies I knew somethin’ was wrong 

Found the note on the mirror that certified my fear she was gone gone gone 

I looked my goldfish in the eye and said Goldie if only pigs could fly 

And you could talk and tell me why she left me 

  

Well she seemed a little wired ever since I was fired from the wastewater treatment plant 

Runnin’ out of money I said I’ll fix it honey, she cried you can’t you can’t 

I looked my goldfish in the eye and said Goldie if only pigs could fly 

And you could talk and tell me why she left me 

  

I went to the bar but they said she hadn’t been there 

Drove to her sister’s, they wouldn’t let me in there 

  

If I was a fish or a satellite dish I guess I wouldn’t feel so bad 

The trouble with livin’ is the takin’ and the givin’ and she took away everything we had 

I stared my goldfish in the eye and yelled Goldie if only pigs could fly 

And you could talk and tell me why she left me 

  

I went to the bar but they said she hadn’t been there 

Drove to her sister’s, they wouldn’t let me in there 

Sittin’ on the porch with my heart kinda thin yeah, 

  

Oh Goldie why? 

    

Words & Music by Tom Grome (BMI) and Jimmy Sparks (BMI) 

℗ © 2010 by Tom Grome and Jimmy Sparks 

  

The band: 

Jimmy Sparks: lead vocals, guitar, drums 

Tom Grome: piano, backing vocals 

JP Maheu: guitar and bass 

  

Produced by JP Maheu 

Recorded at Intrinsic Studios, Stafford, Virginia    

 https://www.reverbnation.com/label/intrinsicrecordingandmedia 

Mastered by Dave Collins www.collinsaudio.com 

Released by Blue Frog Records 

 

Spaghetti Western Complex 

Mile Outside of Texas 

A mile outside of Texas 

I saw a ship coming in 

A mile outside of Corpus Christi 

Well, I think I know where it’d been 

It seethed with smoke and light 

And melted circles in the sand 

A mile outside of Texas 

I saw a little green man 

  

Don’t leave me here again 

I can’t stand the traffic 

Take me back home this time 

I’d rather be with you up there 

  

As he popped his head from the hatchway 

He was wearing a baseball cap 

He said he got lost along the way 

So I gave him an interstate map 

I’d seen his face before 

On the cover of a magazine 

But it’s a funny thing there darling, 

You know he looks a lot like me 

  

Don’t leave me here again 

I can’t stand the music 

Take me back home this time 

I’d rather be with you up there 

  

Well I’m back on the job today 

I’m trying to pay all the debts I owe 

But I’m thinking about the next communion 

And I’m just waiting on my time to go 

  

Words & Music by Tom Grome (BMI) and Jimmy Sparks (BMI) 

℗ © 2001 by Tom Grome and Jimmy Sparks 

  

The band: 

Jimmy Sparks:  lead vocal, acoustic guitar, drums 

Tom Grome:  piano, organ, backing vocal 

JP Maheu: electric guitar 

Chris Wellborn:  bass 

Dee Urban:  backing vocal 

  

Produced by:  Tom Grome, Jimmy Sparks and JP Maheu 

Recorded at Neptune Studios, Occoquan, Virginia 

Mastered by David Torrey at DRT Mastering  

Released by Blue Frog Records 

Love on the Outside 

   

I saw her through a plate glass window   

As she unwrapped a perfect smile   

The perfect face, perfect place, I want that taste left in my mouth   

  

I found love on the outside   

42 stories from the ground   

I found love on the outside   

Honestly, what you do for me, baby please don’t look down   

  

I think she knows that I’ve been watching   

Still better off to be discreet  

A telescope holds my hope and hides my voyeuristic streak  

  

I found love on the outside… 

   

I do not mean to disrespect  

There are no flaws that I’d correct   

She draws the blind and her shadow fades   

She saw me through the plate glass window   

And I unwrapped my perfect smile   

So now I’m found, but I feel better   

She’ll be here in just a while 

   

I found love on the outside…   

  

Words & Music by Tom Grome (BMI) and Jimmy Sparks (BMI) 

℗ © 2001 by Tom Grome and Jimmy Sparks 

  

The band: 

Jimmy Sparks: lead vocal, electric guitar, drums 

Tom Grome: keyboards, backing vocal 

JP Maheu: electric guitars, bass 

  

Produced by: Tom Grome, Jimmy Sparks and JP Maheu 

Recorded at Neptune Studios, Occoquan, Virginia 

Mastered by David Torrey at DRT Mastering 

Released by Blue Frog Records 

 

Funny   

I watch the hammer fall every day 

I watch the things I know I shouldn’t see 

I watch the money as it rolls the other way 

But I guess it don’t matter now 

  

Life is funny like that sometimes 

The harder you try, the more it unwinds 

Life is funny like that sometimes 

The harder you look the less you’re likely to find 

  

A shot of angst and a drink, maybe two 

A bleeding head might be good for you 

A slice of temperament but that wouldn’t do 

Because your heart’s so thin that I can see right through 

  

Life is funny… 

  

I watched the light turn from green to red 

I watched the tail lights as she pulled up ahead 

I watched the lips as she spoke the words 

I paid attention but I guess I never heard 

  

Life is funny… 

  

Words & Music by Tom Grome (BMI) and Jimmy Sparks (BMI) 

℗ © 2001 by Tom Grome and Jimmy Sparks 

  

The band: 

Jimmy Sparks: lead vocal, acoustic guitar, drums   

Tom Grome: piano, organ, backing vocal 

JP Maheu: electric guitars, bass  

  

Produced by: Tom Grome, Jimmy Sparks and JP Maheu 

Recorded at Neptune Studios, Occoquan, Virginia   

Mastered by David Torrey at DRT Mastering   

Released by Blue Frog Records 

  

Empty   

They say that our house is empty 

Why not go and put it up for sale 

You said that my heart is empty 

I guess I put you all through hell 

  

Honey, why don’t we give it one more try 

Honey, why can’t we look each other in the eyes 

  

You said that our dreams are gone now 

Yeah, and there’s nothing left for show 

Well ain’t it something when your dreams fall so short 

It leaves you with nowhere to go 

  

Honey, why don’t we give it one more try 

Honey, why can’t we look each other in the eyes 

  

So by now I guess you’re gone 

Maybe there’s nothing left to say 

The world spins slower, the upside always seems down 

I guess I’m stuck with the mess I made   

  

Words & Music by Tom Grome (BMI) and Jimmy Sparks (BMI) 

℗ © 2001 by Tom Grome and Jimmy Sparks 

  

The band: 

Jimmy Sparks: lead vocal, acoustic guitar  

Tom Grome: piano 

JP Maheu: electric guitar, bass  

  

Produced by: Tom Grome, Jimmy Sparks and JP Maheu 

Recorded at Neptune Studios, Occoquan, Virginia 

Mastered by David Torrey at DRT Mastering 

Released by Blue Frog Records 

  

Least Likely   

She was voted least likely to succeed 

And in her mind anyhow anyway at least for now she’ll concede 

But she’ll show up ‘cause it seems like the right thing to do 

  

In a town, in a bar, no applause just the same 

Empty glass, bloodshot eyes, wondering why they came 

But he’ll show up ‘cause it seems like the right thing to do 

  

My time is your time too, I hope you’ll understand 

But be careful what you go looking for sometimes 

The things you try to catch aren’t as good as what’s in hand 

  

She puts on her best dress, he might be there 

For the last 20 years at every turn she’s seen him everywhere 

This time might be the last you never know  

And he’ll tell her this time before she goes 

   

My time is your time too… 

  

You took me with you when you went away 

Left me standing here wondering which cards to play 

You’d think that I’d forgotten but those feelings stuck around 

Amazing how you walked away without what you had found 

  

She was voted least likely to succeed 

And in his mind anyhow anyway at least for now he’ll believe 

  

My time is your time too… 

  

Words & Music by Tom Grome (BMI) and Jimmy Sparks (BMI) 

℗ © 2001 by Tom Grome and Jimmy Sparks 

  

The band: 

Jimmy Sparks: lead vocal, acoustic guitar, drums 

Tom Grome: piano, organ, backing vocal 

JP Maheu: electric guitar 

Chris Wellborn: bass 

  

Produced by: Tom Grome, Jimmy Sparks and JP Maheu 

Recorded at Neptune Studios, Occoquan, Virginia 

Mastered by David Torrey at DRT Mastering 

Released by Blue Frog Records 

  

Trace   

Stopped my car, I just had to get some air 

There’s a mill across a field but I don’t know where I’m at 

Been driving all night just rewinding what we said 

It feels like this movie’s playing over in my head 

  

Scenes from a picture show tell me all I need to know 

Watch me fall from grace 

Caught in the undertow watching the smokestacks blow 

Disappear without a trace 

  

It’s been a while since I heard you laugh like that 

You raised your dress just to see how I’d react 

I promised nothing and that’s what you got from me all right 

I won’t see it through, be just like you, just say goodbye 

  

Scenes from a picture show… 

  

Look down, jump in the air 

You’ll not find me anywhere 

It’s good to know that you find this pleasing 

I left the puzzle and took the pieces 

Lay around in your own misery 

After all isn’t that what you wanted for me 

  

What you feel ain’t what you say 

What you really want just gets in the way 

What we need we’ll never get 

What we had, yeah baby, we’ll get over it 

  

Scenes from a picture show…   

  

Words & Music by Tom Grome (BMI) and Jimmy Sparks (BMI) 

℗ © 2001 by Tom Grome and Jimmy Sparks 

  

The band: 

Jimmy Sparks: lead vocal, electric guitar, drums  

Tom Grome: keyboards, backing vocal  

JP Maheu:  bass 

  

Produced by: Tom Grome, Jimmy Sparks and JP Maheu 

Recorded at Neptune Studios, Occoquan, Virginia 

Mastered by David Torrey at DRT Mastering   

Released by Blue Frog Records 

  

Nothing in the Rain  

On the hook for a dollar’s worth of sunshine 

She comes around and she brings it to me sometimes 

I know her well but she’s not exactly my kind 

But in her difference she’s really just the same 

  

Another town, she’s moving like a dust storm 

Wears me like a shirt wrinkled and worn 

Left to trying to fix what we’ve torn 

Another head full of nothing in the rain 

  

On a porch, passing a look around 

Wanna shout but I’m too tired to make a sound 

Watching stars chasing the sun down 

A setting heart sinking in my veins 

  

What makes you think that I care? 

  

It’s kinda strange the tears are from laughter 

It’s all I hear coming from her picture 

She’ll be back, it’s the only thing I’m sure of 

Except the color of her eyes 

  

No time to sit and wonder 

What else I could’ve said to her 

The thousand miles we use as a buffer 

Are a thousand lessons in disguise 

  

Another town, she’s moving like a dust storm 

Wears me like a shirt wrinkled and worn 

Left to trying to fix what we’ve torn 

Another head full of nothing in the rain   

  

Words & Music by Tom Grome (BMI) and Jimmy Sparks (BMI) 

℗ © 2001 by Tom Grome and Jimmy Sparks 

  

The band: 

Jimmy Sparks: lead vocal, electric guitar, drums 

Tom Grome:  organ, backing vocal 

JP Maheu: electric guitar 

Chris Wellborn: bass 

  

Produced by: Tom Grome, Jimmy Sparks and JP Maheu 

Recorded at Neptune Studios, Occoquan, Virginia 

Mastered by David Torrey at DRT Mastering 

Released by Blue Frog Records 

 

Sweet Virginia   

Walk along beside her 

Try, but I can’t leave her 

Green fields where mountains touch the sky 

Salt air while chances pass me by 

  

Come home, Sweet Virginia, dry your eyes 

I’ll forget the promises, I’ll forget the lies 

  

Ran away for a while 

Had trouble counting the miles 

Green fields where mountains touch the sky 

Salt air while chances pass me by 

  

Came back to this place 

Blue mist like a veil across her face 

Green fields where mountains touch the sky 

Salt air while chances pass me by   

  

Words & Music by Tom Grome (BMI) and Jimmy Sparks (BMI) 

℗ © 2001 by Tom Grome and Jimmy Sparks 

  

The band: 

Jimmy Sparks: lead vocal, acoustic guitar, drums 

Tom Grome: piano, backing vocal 

JP Maheu: electric guitar, bass 

  

Produced by: Tom Grome, Jimmy Sparks and JP Maheu 

Recorded at Neptune Studios, Occoquan, Virginia 

Mastered by David Torrey at DRT Mastering 

Released by Blue Frog Records 

  

Nothing Happens Here  

Everybody’s got a cross to bear, she said 

Mine’s a problem getting out of bed 

So draw the blinds and I’ll drift away 

‘Cause nothing ever happens here anyway 

  

Just in time for the afternoon papers 

Read about all the local capers 

Get a load of the politicians 

Talking ‘bout the Third World condition 

  

Put your trust in the everyman 

  

Piece work killer for the local militia 

Out of work painter painting pretty pictures 

Just a guy working at a uniform laundry 

Part-time Santa for the Salvation Army 

  

Another penny for your thoughts, she said 

Sorry’s not the word floating ‘round in my head 

Sometimes I think I’m better off this way 

‘Cause nothing ever happens here anyway 

  

Put your trust in the everyman 

  

Everybody’s got a cross to bear, she said 

I got a problem with the things you said 

So, draw the blinds and I’ll drift away 

‘Cause nothing ever happens here anyway   

  

Words & Music by Tom Grome (BMI) and Jimmy Sparks (BMI) 

℗ © 2001 by Tom Grome and Jimmy Sparks 

  

The band: 

Jimmy Sparks: lead vocal, acoustic guitar, drums, harmonica 

Tom Grome: piano, backing vocal 

JP Maheu: electric guitar 

Chris Wellborn: bass 

  

Produced by: Tom Grome, Jimmy Sparks and JP Maheu 

Recorded at Neptune Studios, Occoquan, Virginia 

Mastered by David Torrey at DRT Mastering 

Released by Blue Frog Records 

 

McNelly's   

Swifty kept on laughin’ smoke was rollin’ from his teeth 

I slapped another quarter down, a fifty underneath 

Said send your finest whiskey to my friends down at the bar 

Well I was settin’ out the shots, when he whipped out his guitar 

The clappin’ finally started, the stompin’ of some feet 

The whiskey bottle emptied, I was sweatin’ from the heat 

  

In walked seven muscle heads with swastika tattoos 

Lookin’ pretty desperate like they had nothin’ to lose 

I could see a fight was fixin’ so I bent down for the gun 

When old man McNelly grabbed my arm, said listen, son 

Don’t act the fool and maybe git us killed 

Dead heroes don’t tend bar real good, just keep them glasses filled 

  

Lookin’ for trouble when somethin’ civil would be nice 

Maybe just as simple as bread, milk, beer, ice 

  

Well the cops busted in with their riot sticks in hand 

But the crowd was too drunk to hear their commands 

They glided to the center of the room and took a stance 

You could tell that they meant business by the way they wore their pants 

Chairs and bodies flew across the room as I had feared 

But when the dust had settled, the scene was pretty weird 

  

Lookin’ for trouble when somethin’ civil would be nice 

Maybe just as simple as bread, milk, beer, ice 

  

There were muscle heads arm in arm, singin’ Mack the Knife 

McNelly smellin’ profits went to kiss his heavy wife 

The ladies made sure that their hair was up to par 

While the cops were in line autographing Swifty’s guitar 

Two big blondes who just rolled in from the West 

Wearin’ leopard-skin tights and nothin’ else but vests 

Were dancin’ on the tables with their spiked high heels 

We hadn’t raved like this since we quit servin’ meals 

  

Lookin’ for trouble when somethin’ civil would be nice 

Maybe just as simple as bread, milk, beer, ice   

  

Words & Music by Tom Grome (BMI) and Jimmy Sparks (BMI) 

℗ © 2001 by Tom Grome and Jimmy Sparks 

  

The band: 

Jimmy Sparks: lead vocal, drums 

Tom Grome: keyboards, backing vocal 

JP Maheu: electric guitar, bass 

  

Produced by: Tom Grome, Jimmy Sparks and JP Maheu 

Recorded at Neptune Studios, Occoquan, Virginia 

Mastered by David Torrey at DRT Mastering 

Released by Blue Frog Records 

  

Spaghetti Western Complex   

Shot a man down in Tucson 

I had a drink then I saddled up, so long 

Guess it’s time for me to cross the border now 

Pulled my hand from beneath my poncho 

Ride alone down the coast of Mexico 

Just a minute while I choke this last drop down 

Rode into town on my llama 

Boom box blasting Dramarama 

Wilbur well I couldn’t even steal a horse of course, of course, of course 

  

I’d do it all again and not think twice 

But can I offer up a little advice? 

Head north and pray for snow 

‘Cause the water’s no good down in Mexico 

  

Saw my picture on the Post Office wall 

With a note from my Mother- honey, why don’t ya call? 

Sorry, Ma, can I write when I get the chance? 

I guess you’d say that he had it coming 

But now he’s in the ground and I’m off running 

With a makeshift horse that won’t even let me off 

  

I’d do it all again and not think twice 

But can I offer up a little advice 

Head north and just so you know 

The water’s no good down in Mexico 

  

The water’s no good down in Mexico 

  

Well I met a little honey, spent a little money 

I know it sounds strange but it’s really kinda funny 

She left me standin’ there wearin’ nothin’ but my underwear 

Love springs eternal, her father was a colonel 

Can’t stand a little bit, well, write it in a journal 

All the way to Texas, all the way to San Antonio 

  

Don’t you wanna take me down?   

  

Words & Music by Tom Grome (BMI) and Jimmy Sparks (BMI) 

℗ © 2001 by Tom Grome and Jimmy Sparks 

  

The band: 

Jimmy Sparks: lead vocal, acoustic guitar, electric guitar, drums, harmonica 

Tom Grome: keyboards, backing vocal 

JP Maheu: electric guitar 

Chris Wellborn: bass 

  

Produced by: Tom Grome, Jimmy Sparks and JP Maheu 

Recorded at Neptune Studios, Occoquan, Virginia 

Mastered by David Torrey at DRT Mastering 

Released by Blue Frog Records 

 

I Found Out  

It’s been raining for fifteen days 

I’m complaining that I can’t find my way 

But I saw you coming 

And you saw me running 

And I ran till I found out 

  

You drowned my dog last night in my dreams 

You were laughing at me, I don’t know what that means 

But I feel nothing 

And you still look stunning 

There I stood till I found out 

There I stood till I found out 

  

So I ran till I found out 

Yeah, I ran till I found out 

  

The water picks me up, floats me away 

The tide has turned my boat’s been burned I can’t keep you at bay 

But I saw you coming 

And you saw me running 

And I ran till I found out 

So I ran till I found out   

  

Words & Music by Tom Grome (BMI) and Jimmy Sparks (BMI) 

℗ © 2001 by Tom Grome and Jimmy Sparks 

  

The band: 

Jimmy Sparks: lead vocal, acoustic guitar, drums 

Tom Grome: keyboards, backing vocal 

JP Maheu: electric guitar, bass 

  

Produced by: Tom Grome, Jimmy Sparks and JP Maheu 

Recorded at Neptune Studios, Occoquan, Virginia 

Mastered by David Torrey at DRT Mastering 

Released by Blue Frog Records 

 

Best Time of the Year 

It’s Christmas time again, baby and I will be home soon 

Mistletoe’s hanging your love is waiting so Santa better make some room         

Just in case you’re wondering let me make this clear 

Hey baby don’t you know it’s the best time of the year 

There’s a highway of Christmas trees between us and a million twinkling lights 

But before you hang your stocking, baby, we’ll see who’s been naughty or nice 

Tis the season so let’s get merry, I’ll bring the whipped cream, you can bring the cherries 

Lights on the tree and a model train, but I’d rather have you wrapped in cellophane 

Well throw another log on the fire baby and we can let it burn all night 

If all I get’s a lump of coal and you that would be all right. 

  

Words & Music by Tom Grome and Jimmy Sparks 

© 2000 by Tom Grome and Jimmy Sparks 

℗ 2016 by Tom Grome and Jimmy Sparks 

  

The band: 

Jimmy Sparks: lead and backing vocals, drums, rhythm guitar 

Tom Grome: keyboards, backing vocals 

JP Maheu: lead guitar and bass 

  

Produced by JP Maheu 

Recorded and mastered at Intrinsic Studios, Stafford, Virginia   

 https://www.reverbnation.com/label/intrinsicrecordingandmedia