Words and Music by Skip Hahn
Copyright 2003
Vocals and instruments by Skip Hahn
Produced by Skip Hahn


I never know with you
I may be walking into a Tender Trap
A splendid plan, I'm like your miracle man
I put you on the map

There's a fog hangin' on the schoolyard
And a bully just waitin' out on the grass
Or the coy boy/girl in the neighboorhood
Who opened your eyes at the Labor Day blast

And you realized, flashed before your eyes
And with meaning this time, for sure
Your whole life, it changed that day, or that week, or that year
As the story proceeds I fear for the future
Cause with you in charge, we'll be livin' large, till the Son comes, Here He comes
And we have to pay the piper, and clean up our mess
Now, tell me; Is this a test? mmm__

mmm__, Ridiculous a tale as it may seem
It's just something that you made up, coming out of a daydream
A sweet escape, for those long dreary days
I can't even believe that you really believe it
But you must know, if nothing else, where you want to go
Oh- so many people in the world, and the numbers are just gonna grow

Can't just sit out on your porch-swing, saying "hi" to the world anymore
Not everyone comes by that you can trust
And there's strange ones out there, danger at your door, mm__
Don't be dragging me into your twisted view of reality
I know there's more to life than to be falling into your Tender Trap
Tender as it may be, it's just not worth it to me , anymore

©2003 Skip Hahn