The Cleveland Office
2005
Screaming Goddess Records
SGR 039
Buy at Aware


  1. Waiting Around In The Dark (4:09)%
  2. Young Again (5:34)*
  3. All That She Pretends (5:06)#
  4. Coming Home (3:15)*
  5. Maybe God Is A Practical Joker (2:59)%
  6. Honeysuckle (3:32)*
  7. Sputnik, Baby! (2:46)*
  8. Maybe We Should Just Pretend (3:48)%
  9. Waltzing The New House (4:10)*
  10. Not Enough You (3:45)*
Vocals, Guitar: Todd Watts
Vocals, Bass, Guitar: Scott Brotemarkle
Accordian, Keyboard, Vocals: David Strickland
Vocals, Guitar, Banjo: Chuck Andrada
Drums, Percussion, Vocals: Eric Vislay

* Lead vocals: Watts
% Lead vocals: Andrada
# Lead vocals: Brotemarkle

Music: Quitter UK (except 7 by Quitter UK and Chris Brownelle)
Lyrics: Watts (2,4,6,9,10); Andrada (1,5,7,8); Andrada & Brotemarkle (3)

Producer: Kevin Rucker
Recorded at: MotherRucker Studio, Fairfax, VA
Engineer: Kevin Rucker
Mixer: Kevin Rucker
Mastered by: Kevin Rucker


Waiting Around In The Dark

Mary isn't the girl
I thought I'd be with
When I traded vows
At the altar
She's not even the one
That I meant to phone
When I thought the "5"
In that number was "4"
I was only talking
About the weather
When I said things were
Getting rough
By my estimations
This disaster
Was something I just
Never would have dreamed of
I remember the times
When she used to laugh
Just to make me feel like a joker
In the end it was I Pretending to smile
When her insincere
Sense of humor had died
Bathing in the alcoholic sunlight
Warms imperfect memories
When my common sense
No longer works right
Could explain the feeling that I'm
Waiting around in the dark
You've been busy making
A fool of my heart
But if you want to love me
Then you should be around
Mary isn't the girl I thought
I'd be with
But now I feel alone
When without her
She's not even the one
I thought that she was
When I wondered
What in the hell I had done
Indifferent to all the cars
And stoplights
While I was barely driving by
When my common sense
No longer burns bright
Could explain the feeling that I'm
Waiting around in the dark
Looking at our past in perfect focus
Makes the imperfections
Seem so obvious
And more ridiculous


Young Again

Recently divorced
He went to Dewey Beach
With some old high school friends
Tucked in his gut and bought
Some new swim trunks
To try it all again
I could be in love again
Bottle & Cork late night
Heavy hearts and cigarettes
Fresh ice in my gin
I could be in love again
Cover up the bald spot
Lonely eyes can be concealed
Covered up by cheap Ray Bans
And he feels like he's Young Again
Like a kid on a Christmas day
As he stares at a new sled
Young Again
As he cases the dance floor
And his drink hand is trembling
They're all so young and beautiful
Young Again
Resolve strengthens
as he sips on a fresh gin
he's pulling his hair from the side
I could be in love again
Picture on the postcard
Perfect sunset, perfect tan
I brush the hair away from your skin
And he feels like he's young again
Like a girl in a summer dress
As she walks down the boardwalk
Young Again
As he walks to the dance floor
his resolve will be crumbling
they're all so young and beautiful
And all the college boys say
I'll never be like him
When I grow up
I won't be that lonely
I used to share that sentiment
When I was 10 years old
Like the "Bastards" Paul Westerberg
Once sang about
I think I know now
And they're laughing and pointing
Just a big disappointment
Suck it in all you want, man
He retreats from the dance floor
We all want to be young again
This is not like the postcard
As he slams down the rail drinks
The lights begin to spin
This is not like the postcard
Drunk alone in a strange bar
How the hell could you leave me?
Supposed to be death 'til us end


All That She Pretends

Love me if you please
Been cut off at the bees knees
I can't even tell you why
Rivers jump their banks
This isn't that different
Memories will fade
Or tighten up like shrink-wrap
This should come as no surprise
I'm afraid of breaking a promise
She's got a finger
Pressed upon her lips
"This will be our secret"
She's got the patsy
At her fingertips
Everybody knows it
Making me believe the lie
Was easier than she first thought
It's all that she pretends to be
Beauty as she glides
Been caught up in your landslide
Nothing ever seemed as clear
Nature sometimes kills
This isn't that different
Things get overlooked
Like common sense in romance
This should come as no surprise
Peril comes in pretty disguises
How can you stand
That she's a million miles away
She's holding your hand
But she's a million miles away


Coming Home

Packed up from Chicago
At 3:00am
Sweat soaked
Through your favorite shirt
I wore it out again
I forgot the big appeal
Of cigarettes
Piling up in the ashtray
As we drive away from the West
Coming Home
About a million songs
About coming home
I'm so goddamn arrogant
That I decided to write one more
Hope you sing along
Coming home
Bright lights of Bloomington
At 6:00am
Phil's asleep beside me
I wore him out again
I'm so tired of seeing your face
through a telephone
The Replacements are on the radio
Singing "Can't Hardly Wait"
Coming home
Pennsylvania Turnpike
And we're almost home
Hope you bought a paper
Put some coffee on
Every time I see you know
I'm almost gone
Wilco's on the radio
Singing "Don't Forget The Flowers"
Coming Home
You said I'd never written you
A real love song
Here is your love song


Maybe God Is A Practical Joker

Maybe God is a practical joker
And he knows I've got a short fuse
Maybe I'm in this thing
For the last time
And it feels like there's
everything to lose
and maybe love is the answer
to my questions
I know I can't refuse
And I know
I could love this life forever
If I could be with you
But I'm gonna be alone
Maybe God has
A Hollywood ending
That he's under
Some pressure to rewrite
Switched the signs
At a fork in the highway
And I've fallen off
The narrow path tonight
But maybe love
is the only true salvation
I know I can't refuse
And I know
I could love this life forever
But this is the irony of truth
The punch line is set
The joke is through
I'm gonna be all I am to you
I'm gonna be all alone


Honeysuckle

Looks like she's leaving
She's gonna miss a beautiful season
This time she's going
'round the time the blooms start showing
I'm staring at a runway
Hoping she'll make it back someday
If the honeysuckle won't keep you here
It's blooming all along the fence now, dear
The way you left
You made things clear today
Who cares anyway
Hugged by the flowers
She's leaving in another hour
She's really leaving
She's gonna miss a beautiful season
I'm staring at a runway
Hoping she'll make it back someday
If the honeysuckle don't keep you here
It's blooming all along the fence now, dear
The way you left
You made things clear today
If the gravel road won't bring you back
To kick an old tire down a railroad track
The way you left
I hope you'll get back this way
It sure hurts anyway


Sputnik, Baby! (redone version of Sputnik by Smartbomb)

I built a satellite to win you over
Your best friend said
You weren’t impressed
Too many lovers and
Not enough time to spend
Put me in orbit with the rest
Let me come down
I thought about it & it made me crazy
Just to hang around while you decide
I cried for three days straight
While we disintegrate
Burn down your happy satellite
Let me come down


Maybe We Should Just Pretend

I think you know me
Better after 10 years now
Maybe we should just pretend
That if we look real soft
We'll overlook what we've lost
Maybe we should just pretend
Cause I feel like I could die
Trying not to make a sound
And I feel like we're in danger
Feeling like we've run aground
And I feel like letting go
Slowly let it slip away
And I feel like we're in danger
I think it's awfully silly
What we just can't admit
Maybe we should just pretend
That the beginning of me
Is the ending of me and you
Cause I feel like letting go
Slowly let it slip away
As the sound of pens on paper
Separate what little remains
And I feel so under whelmed
As the words that we
Had one time vowed
Are like echoes on the water


Waltzing The New House

I'm waltzing the new house with you
Cause nobody else knows
What we've been through
The hard times and battles
By now they're out of view
And I'm waltzing the new house with you
You pulled us over at the house on the corner
You took my hand from the wheel
You took your high road & I knocked you over
But we never forgot
How to feel
I'm waltzing the new house
With you
Cause nobody else knows
What we've been through
The hard times and battles
By now they're out of view
And I'm waltzing the new
House with you
Now you're beside me
And we're growing older
The wind blows much
Harder up here
So we'll throw a party
And invite all the doubters
And dance through the
Good time and tears


Not Enough You

Too much time
Without enough to do
And I've been reading
Dark Southern fiction
Novels that make me feel blue
Another shit town
We've got something to prove
And not enough you
Too much road
Not enough home
When I called you up Friday
You sounded so alone
You sit tight
I've got more road to do
And not enough you
I'll come home
You pretend you don't care
You sit down over coffee
And tell you all abut my year
A lot of bad luck
And a lot of bad food
And not enough you
Not enough you
Keep reliving the problem
That we've been through
I'll come home
Darlin' we'll pull through
Me and you