I'm still looking for something
I'm out here under the streetlight baby, I'm
Still looking for something in the night
I might be giving up something
You don't get something for nothing, baby
Nothing you can hold up to the light
If all I find is freedom, it's alright


And I knew since I was just little
The sharp edges of the world will whittle
Your dreams down to shavings at your feet
Gonna do my best not to settle
I know it's gonna test my mettle
To keep my options open - even so I'm hoping


And I'm still looking for something
I'm way out over my due date baby, I'm
Still looking for something in the night
I know I'm headed for somewhere
We all dream about somewhere, baby
We all want to go where life is bright
You don't want to end up nowhere, but you might


And I knew since I was just little
The sharp edges of the world will whittle
Your expectations into something else
And I know beyond the tough titty
Somewhere there's a heart in the city
And I'm out here to find it, and the soulful smile behind it


And I'm still looking for something
I'm out here under the neon, baby
Still looking for something in the night
I don't mind giving up something
You don't get something for nothing, baby
You don't give up on love without a fight
If I don't find it this time it's alright


Gonna keep my options open - even though I'm hoping
For something I can hold up to the light
Don't know that I'll find it, or the soulful smile behind it
If all I find is freedom, it's alright

--
Mauricio Lewak - drums

Bob Glaub - bass

Greg Leisz - electric guitar

Val McCallum - electric, acoustic and tenor guitars

Jackson Browne - piano and vocal

Written by Jackson Browne

(Swallow Turn Music, ASCAP)

I'm going to make a few changes right away
The way I leap and the way I fall
The way I need somebody else's eyes to see me
The way I need anyone at all
But I expect the real changes to start
When I finally get my Cleveland Heart
They're made to take a bashin'
And never lose their passion

They never break
They don't even beat
And they don't ache
They just plug in and shine
Don't make mistakes
And they don't know defeat
Like my heart makes
Like this broken heart of mine

I've been walkin' that broken line between
The way life is and the way it seems
I've been stranded on that endless straightaway
Between the truth and my wildest dreams
But I will no longer need to tell them apart
When I've finally got my Cleveland Heart
They just keep on hopin'
And stay so big and open

They never break
They don't even beat
And they don't ache
They just plug in and shine
Don't make mistakes
And they don't know defeat
Like my heart makes
Like this broken heart of mine


Pete Thomas - drums
Davey Faragher - bass
Greg Leisz - lap steel
Val McCallum - electric guitars, acoustic guitars and vocal
Jackson Browne - vocal
Jeff Young - vocal

Written by Val McCallum and Jackson Browne
(Browncouchsongs, BMI / Swallow Turn Music, ASCAP)

No, I wasn't looking for a door into the morning again
No, I wasn't thinking you would ever be more than a friend
The years I've seen that fell between my date of birth and yours
Fade before the altered shore of a river changing course



No, I didn't think that I would ever feel this way again
No, not with a story this long and this close to the end
And though I try to fathom why home feels strange to me
More and more the other shore is what I need to see


Minutes slip away, minutes become days
Minutes to Downtown, minutes to the Coast Highway
Forever on this freeway dreaming of my getaway
Don't know how I'm still in LA


Now, there may be nothing left for us
But what pleasure can teach
Now, deep in the moment with the future so out of reach
I see that smile and even while it breaks my heart I laugh
That's because this heart was already torn in half


Minutes slip away, minutes become days
Minutes to Downtown, minutes to the Coast Highway
And I'm out on this freeway, still plotting my getaway
Don't know how I'm still in LA





Russ Kunkel - drums

Bob Glaub - bass

Greg Leisz - electric and acoustic guitars

Mark Goldenberg - electric guitar

Jason Crosby - piano

Jeff Young - Hammond organ

Jackson Browne - electric guitar and vocal

Chavonne Stewart - vocal

Alethea Mills - vocal



Written by Jackson Browne

(Swallow Turn Music, ASCAP)

You can call it a decision
I say it's how we're made
There's no point in shouting from your island
Proclaiming only Jesus saves
There will always be suffering
There will always be pain
But because of it there will always be love
And love we know it will remain



Everybody gets lonely
Feel like it's all too much
Reaching out for some connection
Or maybe just their own reflection
Not everybody finds it
Not like the two of us
Sometimes all anybody needs is a human touch



Everybody wants a holiday
Everybody wants to feel the sun
Get outside and run around
Live like they're forever young
Everybody wants to be beautiful
And live life their own way
No one ever wants to let it go
No matter what they do or say



Everybody gets lonely
Feel like it's all too much
Reaching out for some connection
Or maybe it's just their own reflection
Not everybody finds it
Not like the two of us
Sometimes all anybody needs is a human touch





Jay Bellerose - drums

Jennifer Condos - bass

Greg Leisz - pedal steel, lap steel

Patrick Warren - keyboards

Jackson Browne - piano and vocal

Leslie Mendelson - vocal



Written by Steve McEwan, Leslie Mendelson, and Jackson Browne

(Sony ATV/Birds with Ears Music, BMI / Have A Cup Of Tea, BMI / Swallow Turn Music, ASCAP)

Here on the distant sunny shore of an island
All the troubles of the world seem far away
But here, on the broken city streets of the island
People work and live and love and struggle every day



Here on the Creole speaking side of the island
They say “Ou fe twop ti moun deja pa fe pitit anko"
Or in the truthful way they have of speaking on the island
“You have too many kids already, don’t make any more”



But love is love, love is love
Love is love - Lanmou se lanmou
Love is love, love is love
Love is love - Lanmou se lanmou


Menaj mwe is the finest girl who ever walked this island
Even when - especially when – she’s walking away
Something in her smile lets me believe in tomorrow
Even though life is next to impossible today
Maybe we won’t be in each other’s eyes forever
Maybe all we can do is hold each other, and say



Love is love, love is love
Love is love - Lanmou se lanmou
Love is love, love is love
Love is love - Lanmou se lanmou


Rick rides a motorbike through the worst slums of the city
The father and the doctor to the poorest of the poor
Raising up the future from the rubble of the past
Here they say - L’espua fe viv – Hope makes life



Love is love, love is love
Love is love - Lanmou se lanmou
Love is love, love is love
Love is love - Lanmou se lanmou
Love is love, love is love
Love is love - Lanmou se lanmou



Here on this island, island of hope
Here we are home, lanmou se lanmou
Never alone on this island of hope
Here we are home, lanmou se lanmou





Mauricio Lewak - drums

Bob Glaub - bass

Jeff Young - Hammond organ

Greg Leisz - electric guitar

Val McCallum - acoustic tenor guitar

Jackson Browne - electric guitar and vocal

Alethea Mills - vocals

Chavonne Stewart - vocal



Written by Jackson Browne and David Belle

(Swallow Turn Music, ASCAP)

Downhill from the prison, downhill from the mall
Downhill from the factory farm and the hospital Downhill from the border wall
Downhill from the high school, downhill from the gym
Downhill from the church and the stadium Downhill from the baby's room
Downhill from the office, downhill from the bar
Downhill from the theme park and the family car Downhill from happy hour

Downhill from everywhere, downhill from all you see
The ocean is downhill from gravity
Downhill from here, downhill from everywhere
Downhill from all of humanity

Downhill from the silver screen
Downhill from the Anthropocene
Downhill from the vineyard, downhill from the mine
Downhill from the fruited plain and the bottom line Downhill from Columbine
Downhill from the racetrack, downhill from the news
Downhill from the sponsors and the camera crews Downhill from the born to lose
Downhill from God's golden shore
Downhill from the grocery store
Downhill from the Senate floor
K street, and the never ending war

Downhill from everywhere, downhill from all you see
The ocean is the last stop for gravity
Downhill from here, downhill from everywhere
And all mankind's ambition and vanity

Do you think of the ocean as yours?
Because you need the ocean to breathe
Every second breath you take is coming from the sea
And we don't really know, because we don't really see
Do you think of the ocean as yours?
Do you think about it at all?

Downhill from the campus, downhill from the loan Downhill from the funeral home
Downhill from the laptop, downhill from the trolls Downhill from the Russian doll
Downhill from the NRA
Downhill from the GOP
Downhill from the ICE,
And your huddled masses yearning to be free

Mauricio Lewak - drums
Bob Glaub - bass
Greg Leisz - electric guitar
Val McCallum - electric guitar
Jeff Young - Hammond organ, piano and vocal
Jackson Browne - electric guitar and vocal
Chavonne Stewart - vocal
Alethea Mills - vocal

Written by Jackson Browne, Greg Leisz, and Jeff Young
(Swallow Turn Music, ASCAP / Capsong administered by BMG, BMI / Glad Brad Music, ASCAP)

Just a child when she crossed the border
To reunite with her father
Who had travelled North to support her
So many years before
She left half her family behind her
And with a crucifix to remind her
She pledged her future to this land
And does the best that she can do



¿Adónde van los sueños?
Nacidos de la fe y la ilusión
Donde no hay camino ni huella
Solo deseos que susurran al corazón



Eagles fly on columns of the wind Viviendo en el viento
Fish swim the currents of the sea Qúe libre, el mar
People cross oceans and deserts and rivers Cruzamos el río
Carrying nothing more than the dream of what life could be



Today she got the order
They're taking steps to deport her
To send her back over the border
And tear her away from the life she has made
We don't see half the people around us
But we see enemies who surround us
And the walls that we've built between us
Keep us prisoners of our fear



¿Adónde van los sueños? Where do the dreams go?
Nacidos de la fe y la ilusión Born of faith and illusion
Donde no hay camino ni huella Where there's no road and no footprint
Solo deseos que susurran al corazón Only desire that whispers to the heart
Solo deseos que susurran al corazón Only desire that whispers to the heart
Solo deseos que susurran al corazón





Mauricio Lewak - drums

Roberto Glaub - bass

Greg Leisz - acoustic guitar

Val McCallum - electric guitar

Jackson Browne - vihuela and vocal

Chavonne Stewart - vocal

Alethea Mills - vocal



Written by Eugene Rodriguez, Jackson Browne and David Hidalgo

(Los Cenzontles Publishing, ASCAP / Swallow Turn Music, ASCAP/ Davince Music, BMI)

Ain't on your TV, ain't on your phone
You want the truth you got to find it on your own
It may not be that easy to see
The truth is going to cost you in the land of the free
It's a good question to be asking yourself
What is the good life, what is wealth?
What is the future I'm trying to see?
What does that future need from me?



Time rolling away, time like a river, time like a train,
Time like a fuse burning shorter every day



Maybe you knew it when you were young
Not that much distance between you and the sun
But now you're wiser and you're afraid
You see the stakes, and the mistakes that have been made
It's a good question to be asking yourself
What is well being, what is health?
What is illusion and what is true?
What is my purpose - what can I do?



Time rolling away, time like a river, time like a train
Time like a fuse burning shorter every day



Ain't no directions, there ain't no map
Ain't no instructions, and you know there ain't no app
You want power? You'll need help.
Look to each other and you find it in yourself
It's a good question to be asking right now
What'll you put up with - what'll you allow?
What is the color, the color of change?
What is the reason these times are so strange?
What is democracy? What is the deal?
What would it look like? How would it feel?
Putting your shoulder to the wheel
Keeping it turning until justice is real



Time rolling away, time like a river, time like a train
Time like a fuse burning shorter every day



What is democracy? What is the deal?
What would it look like? How would it feel?
Putting your shoulder to the wheel
And staying with it until justice -
Until justice is real


Mauricio Lewak - drums

Bob Glaub - bass

Greg Leisz - lap steel

Waddy Wachtel- electric guitar

Val McCallum- electric guitar

Jackson Browne - acoustic guitar and vocal

Alethea Mills - vocal

Chavonne Stewart - vocal



Written by Jackson Browne

(Swallow Turn Music, ASCAP)

I came for inspiration, I came looking for Grace
And found my reflection in every passing face
And everyone who gathered, standing on that shore
Searching the horizon, not knowing what exactly for
Searching the horizon for what we can't quite see
When all we've ever needed
Has been there all along inside of you and me

I want to see you holding out your light
I want to see you light the way
But whether everything will be alright -
It's just a little soon to say

I didn't find much wisdom when time was on my side
Too little information, too much time to decide
I took a couple wrong turns - it only takes you one
To send you down a lifetime
Of wondering what you might have done
Searching for a lifetime for what you want to see
When all we've ever needed has been there all along
Inside of you and me

I want to see you holding out your light
I want to see you find your way
Beyond the sirens and the broken night
Beyond the sickness of our day
And after what we've come to live with
I want to know if you're ok
I've got to think it's going to be alright
It's just a little soon to say

I came for inspiration, I came looking for truth
And joined in celebration, the passing of my youth
We're here but for a moment and none of us can see
Beyond the horizon - what kind of world this world will be
Searching the horizon for what we hope to see
When all we've ever needed has been there all along
Inside of you and me

I want to see you holding out your light
I want to see you light the way
Beyond the sirens and the broken night
Beyond the sickness of our day
And after all we've come to live with
I want to know if you're ok
I want to think it's going to be alright
It's just a little soon to say


Mauricio Lewak - drums
Bob Glaub - bass
Jeff Young - Hammond organ
Greg Leisz - electric guitar
Val McCallum - electric guitar
Jackson Browne - electric guitar, vocal
Chavonne Stewart - vocal
Alethea Mills - vocal

Written by Jackson Browne
(Swallow Turn Music, ASCAP)

I think I must have lost my way a long, long time ago
Somewhere in the distance between love and business 
I don't know
I didn't have that far to go to find my pleasure though
Lovers like islands in an archipelago
Set in a sea of time, love is a place you find
Where when two people rhyme they begin to grow
Learning the other ninety-nine words for snow



This is a song for Barcelona, city of gravity and light
City that gave me back my fire, and restored my appetite



I hear the sounds of youth up all night in the plaza
Under the sleepless eyes of the grandmothers 
On the terrassa
In the streets of Gràcia, and on the Ramblas
I see the searching eyes and youthful bodies pass
And my own vanished youth becomes my central truth
Though I no longer care, the truth is everywhere
That soon the world I love will no longer be anywhere



This is a song for Barcelona, city of Gaudí and Jujol 
City that ignited my desire, and temporarily, my soul



They come from Ireland, they come from Africa     
They come from the US, they come from Canada                 
They come from Norway, they come from China                    

They come from Uruguay, and from Bulgaria     
They come for pleasure, they come for freedom       
For the chance encounter - or the revelation                   
They come for business, or for adventure                     
And fall in love with the information
About the world, and about each other
They dream, and when they wake up
They're not in Spain anymore
This is a song for Barcelona, for architecture and futból
And for the streets that gave me refuge
In my escape from rock and roll



Una cançó per Barcelona, per respecte i futur
Per justícia i la terra -  ara som sis milions i un
(A song for Barcelona, for respect and the future
For justice and homeland – now we are six million and one)



Via Laietana, Gran Via, 
Urquinaona, Tarragona, El Paral.lel,
Torrent de l’Olla, Carrer de l’Or, o Encarnació,
Plaça del Sol, Plaça del Tripi, Passeig del Born,
Sant Pere Més Alt, Sant Pere Més Baix,
Carrer Robadors, Carrer Escudellers,
Carrer del Mar, Carrer Verdi,
Pintor Fortuny, Mercat dels Encants, 
Portal de l'Ángel



Mauricio Lewak - drums

Bob Glaub - bass

Greg Leisz - electric guitar

Val McCallum - electric guitar

Jeff Young - piano

Raúl Rodriguez - palmas

Jackson Browne - nylon string guitar and vocal

Chavonne Stewart - vocal

Alethea Mills - vocal

DeAnte Duckett - vocal



Written by Jackson Browne, Mauricio Lewak, Bob Glaub, Jeff Young, 

Greg Leisz and Val McCallum (Swallow Turn, ASCAP

Bateria Music, ASCAP / Glad Brad Music, ASCAP  

Capsong administered by BMG, BMI / Browncouchsongs, BMI)