(Music and Lyrics:  John Abadi and Stu Mullins)

Line after line, highlighting astral signs
Faith in black in white,
Whimsical Valentines

You spot your queen in the back of a magazine
When you write there’s no reply

We try to summarize in forty words or less
Our wildest dreams, our deepest fears
The things we can’t confess

And I hope you see I’m not seeking desperately
I’m too tired to play the game

And I know it’s late but more than ever I’ll wait
To find the right words to convince you one day.

I’ve watched you analyze, scrutinize, memorize the best ones
And the funny ones, too.

But you haven’t found the one that’s perfect for you
But I’ve got some news, on page 82, you will find these words:

Single by choice, a pleasant voice
Non-smoking, coffee drinking
Seeks deep-thinking boy.
Box 204, if you can’t ignore
This , Rubinesque tempestous
Damsel in Distress.

(Music and Lyrics:  Sam Mullins)

Somewhere in Idaho
There’s a boy who’s disappointed
Had a picture of Kosovo in his mind
‘til he snuck downstairs late one night
And when he saw the real thing on Nightline
He said “I’ll never trust the radio.”
He doesn’t trust his imagination.

Somewhere in this great country of ours
There’s a girl who’s disappointed
Had a Christmas list a hundred miles long
With all the latest games and hip-hop songs
And when she got that rag doll from her Grandma
She sees rags….
She doesn’t trust her imagination.

Somewhere out west of reality
There’s a plane on auto-pilot
Taking our golden boy to his grave
Wipe away the tears as the bagpipes play
And if I had to choose just one thing to say
It would be….
He always trusted his imagination.

Somewhere in Idaho.