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One Season The Roches One season I was born fell down like an acorn I am the only tree and everybody leaves I've got to get away from you Bud growing up at me resentful face I see a harsh light seems to damn you is it because The Married Men The Roches (Words & Music by Margaret A Roche) One in Louisiana one who travels around one of 'em mainly stays in heart-throb town I am not their main concern they are lonely too I am just an arrow passing through September 11Th At The Shambhala Center The Roches Good morning baby, the sky is your friend When you're scared, look up to the big no end I hear your voice, don't lose your nerve I hear your voice, you are the one who is singing And I am the listener Runs in the Family The Roches And I can't change the law of averages. I'm going down. My uncle did it; my daddy did it. I'm beginning to think that it runs in the family Oh no, runs in the family. One by one we left home. Sex Is For Children The Roches O Timothy Tim Has one red head, And one red head Has Timothy Tim. It sleeps with him In Timothy's bed. Sleep well, red head Of Timothy Tim. I'm Someone Who Loves You The Roches what if your father has a stroke when you are ten then sits like a rag doll wheelchair in the den you start failing school breaking every rule pretty soon you're a bum then one day you meet a girl at Factory Girl The Roches As I went out walkin' one fine summer's mornin' the birds in the branches they did gaily sing the lad and the lasses together were sportin' goin' down to the fact'ry their work to begin I spied a fair Love To See You The Roches to see you Old moon shining starlight But I can't have my wish tonight You are never gonna be mine But I just love to see you Can you hear me Can you hear me Can you hear me friend No one Gung Ho The Roches Gung Ho, is a word I know Means things are just beginning Birth of a child, the wildness of youth And the turf in the first inning Coffee in the morning or Chinese herb tea The former is the one works My Winter Coat The Roches The fit is generous and loose The coat is filled with down of goose Should I feel guilty about that? You (Make My Life Come True) The Roches Once offered the chance of a lifetime I wasn't able to do it You laid yourself on the line Baby, somehow we got through it You make my life come true Lost fumbling around in the dark I wasn't able to see Can We Go Home Now The Roches Woke up alone in a strange bed Lookin' around, shakin' my head Pulled my boots on, went downstairs She was sitting in one of the chairs "Can we go home now?" Nurds The Roches When I was a young girl I went to Catholic school Hung around all the nuns That was so uncool All the other girls were wearing Makeup in fourth grade But I was not allowed I wore anklets and prayed Nurds Move The Roches Sunday, cold weather Home, that's where I'll stay Okay I admit it, I've been drifting Dreaming the hours away Dreamin' of love The gentle kind I don't have to prove myself All of the time Working, years Hammond Song The Roches (Words & Music by Margaret A Roche) If you go down to Hammond you'll never come back In my opinion you're on the wrong track We'll always love you but that's not the point If you go with that fella forget Steady With The Maestro The Roches she goes steady with the maestro and she rosins his baton but when he goes out on a binge-o she's been known to carry on when the maestro goes out and paints the town maestro he gets very jealous when Quitting Time The Roches (Words & Music by Margaret A Roche) Money is not the problem you have enough of that now you must close your office put on your coat and hat put on your coat and hat Now is the hour of quitting twilight We The Roches give out our ages and we don't give out our phone numbers give out our phone numbers sometimes our voices give out but not our ages and our phone numbers Guess which two of us made a record guess what the On The Road To Fairfax County The Roches o once I loved an outlaw he came and stole my heart o how I count the hours since we were torn apart on the road to Fairfax County I spied a highwayman he wanted all my money my heart beat like a drum The Death Of Suzzy Roche The Roches I work in the laundromat The one that Suzzy Roche Does hers at I hate her guts She thinks I want her autograph She's got stinky crusty socks She's got underwear that shocks O what a pig, she's such a pig Face Down At Folk City The Roches stage But I'm sorry to say it ain't the latest rage Two mean men come walking in the door Now one of ? Christlike The Roches He wants to be Christlike and never be jealous So he lets her go on about all the other fellas But the animal in 'em awakes with a growl And a skin 'em cannibal scowl Skin 'em cannibal scowl And a swing Home Away From Home The Roches she was twenty six when she came to the burbs where the family secrets stop at the curbs i was nine when she moved next door she had married a republican he was for the war he was mean he beat her up all No Shoes The Roches One, two, three, four. I had no shoes and I complained, Until I met a man who had no feet. That's really beat. I had no feet and I complained, Until I met a man who had no knees. The Troubles The Roches (Words & Music by Maggie, Terre & Suzzy Roche) We're going away to Ireland soon we're going away to Ireland Ireland Ireland soon Ireland soon we'll try not to get in the way of the guns as we always do The Train The Roches (Words & Music by Suzzy Roche) I sit down on the train with my big pocketbook the guitar and a sugar-free drink I wipe the sweat off of my brow with the side of my arm and take off all that I can I am The Largest Elizabeth In The World The Roches Didn't you ever feel like the largest Elizabeth in the World? Pretty and High The Roches (Words & Music by Margaret A Roche) She came on the stage in a dress like the sky she had painted a sunset around her eyes and all of the people were charmed and surprised at how pretty and high and shy The Naughty Lady Of Shady Lane The Roches The naughty lady of shady lane Has hit the town like a bomb The back fence gossip ain't been this good Since Mabel ran off with Tom Our town was peaceful and quiet Before she came on the scene The lady The Great Gaels The Roches the great Gaels of Ireland the race that God made mad for all their wars are merry and all their songs are sad words remembered by John A. Roche from a poem by G.K.