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A blue chenille bedspread covers the bed Letters on the nightstand and the one in my hand So many questions, what have I done? Have I been living or have I just begun? The world holds us together and tears us apart I have a career, but, what’s left of my heart? Is a garden still growing? Are the pink roses there? Is the fragrance freer than freedom? chorus I stare and sometimes I wonder What’s my purpose here? We all must live together Sometimes my faith turns to fear The center of my life, the center of my world I thought I knew it well but, tonight something’s bringing me down … And, it feels like hell I walk through a field, the birds fly above Painful reminders in need of some love I’m holding that letter, and it’s holding me The seals unbroken and it's trying to break me I have obligations, I have common sense I have lots of worries at peace in my head So many questions, what have I done? Do I keep running or do I slow down? Bridge Some things hold us together Only to tear us apart I have a career, but, sometimes I fear It soon will steal my heart Do stars hate the morning? Does the moon cherish the sun? Do they shine in the distance To remind us to love? Is time running us over? Or, has it only just begun? A room of my own, a pen in my hand Writing down things I don’t understand Do we learn from others? Is there a message to share? Sometimes in my room I don’t really care A blue chenille bedspread covers the bed The unopened letter is still in my hand A room of my own; like Virginia in the end Writing down things I don’t understand May 31, 2008 ### Through trouble waters You took your daughters Challenged a country In the name of peace On wings of danger You took your angels To ailing soldiers Over the sea On the home front Greed and comforts Your family’s warnings You did not heed There is weeping While we lay sleeping Through trials and conflict Somehow we rest chorus Oh, Florence send me A band of nurses Sing to them loudly Through the suffering May they touch us Somehow show us What it takes to Be a lady in chief We stand in awe now Against all odds now The lands we stand on Will they ever be free? Wars in your future You are our tutor But has the language Somehow changed Wounded soldiers How can they hold us When our hands stretch Beyond their reach Does your lamp shine In our lifetime Are you still holding A lamp for peace chorus Were you misguided The death toll rises Beside the gunfire And disease Oh, troubled waters Send your daughters Challenge a country In the name of peace Look to our fathers Look to our daughters Our very nation Looks out to thee On wings of danger Send in your angels An ailing soldier Knows no enemy May 19, 2008 ### Some of you might have heard Some of you might have guessed I guess its better this way I just don't feel it yet Some of you know the story Probably better than me I don't have much to say But I still believe Believe in his sweet side There's a man that I used to see He feels and hurts a little different than me And when he's mad, well goddamn us all He'll take you with him when he's falling There's a bitter taste of nothing going on inside He's going through hell and I don't know why And when he's sad, well maybe it's me So, goddamn me Some of you might have heard Some of you might have guessed It's four in the afternoon He hasn't seen daylight yet Some of you know the story Probably better than me He doesn't have much to say Not even he believes Like I believe in his sweet side There's a man that I used to see He feels and he hurts a little different from me And when he's mad, well goddamn us all He hurts himself when he's falling There's a bitter taste of nothing going on inside He's going through hell and I don't know why And when he's sad, well maybe it's me So, goddamn me Some of you might have heard Some of you might have guessed It's not easy to forgive and forget I guess I haven't yet (bridge) Now I don't claim to understand The things he did, the things he said I only try to understand And when I can Remember his sweet side I believe in his sweet side Locked in his own mind If you've got a prayer inside I swear to God I'll take it Say a prayer for his mind And then, if you’ve got a little more time Pray that if he remembers me He’ll remember my sweet side September 2007 ### We'll meet in the valley Just under the storm We'll forget all the fighting We won’t know any wars There’ll be no more hunger There’ll be no more poor There’ll just be the valley Just under the storm You think you know danger If it strikes before dawn You think you know anger When a war rages on But, sometimes these wars They hide in our minds There is no solution And there’s nowhere to hide There’s nowhere to lay me down to sleep And I don’t even cry We’re surrounded by angels Some we don’t see We’re surrounded by demons They won’t let us be We’re surrounded by sweetness When we dare to dream We’re surrounded by sunlight And endless beliefs We’re surrounded by something But, it’s not what it seems There’s a voice in the wild The wild side of me I hear it calling To let me run free To the peace in the valley Just under the storm Surrounded by calm In the eye of this war I'll feel no more danger Before the coming of dawn I took every chance I fought every dream I got in one good dance Before it got back at me There’s nothing to fear, there’s nothing to hide It’s a good way to live If there’s a bad way to die In that sweet valley Just under the storm 2007 ### If I could give my spirit I’d give it as a gift I’d give it to the ones who need The kinda lift love gives If I could give an ocean I’d give to the eyes That have never seen pure white sand Or an eagle as she flies If I could give stars away I’d draw them from the sky I’d give them to the broken-hearted And, keep one by my side But who believes in fairytales anymore? Who believes in anything at all? I believed in everything; My back rarely touched the wall … I swear to God I believed in love I guess sometimes we all feel alone I'm a little alone right now And, I’m in no mood at all If I could give a rainbow There would never be a war We’d never hear “One more has fallen” From another kinda storm If I could give an angel To everyone in need She’d sit on every shoulder Where everyone could see I wonder what we’d do then If we saw angels everywhere I wonder if we’d love each other Or if we’d even care Chorus Seems like everything we’re doing Never seems like quite enough I guess I should take a look at myself And believe in someone else I think I’ll find a rainbow Race towards the moon I’ll draw stars and make my spirit On this Monday afternoon. Winter 2007 ### I sat here forever trying to think of a line Sometimes, it’s not as easy as it seems There’s always some bullshit in the next room And, I can’t think while your pig's whistling Dixie It’s a groundhog, a woodchuck, it’s some sick shit Sometimes, I listen until I’m blue There’s always some bullshit in the next room And a fire in the middle of the moon A hurricane, and earthquake, some kind of twister Sometimes, they blow me to bits There’s always some bullshit in the next room Tonight, I don’t give two shits I wander and wonder, then simply ponder Sometimes, I just have to laugh There’s always some bullshit in the next room Tonight, I don’t give a crap It’s a song, it’s a dance, it’s a half-hearted chance Sometimes, there’s no heart at all There’s always some bullshit in the next room And a whistling pig roasting a hog A hog, or a frog, or a some kinda beast A tasty treat for supper There’s always some bullshit in the next room And a pig who needs hamburger helper Hamburger helps her make a great meal Next to some onions and peas There’s always some bullshit in the next room Eating that streak o’lean 2007 ### This needs to simmer some more, but it will do for now .... We had the town under control in 1954 Watching kids follow butterflies Sitting on the side the road Forgetting about those dollars we lost Forgetting we'd grow old We had the world right under our feet Singing Tommy Dorsey love songs Dancing to the old Victrola Calling old friends and picking roses At 409 Crosson Road We used to drive to Elizabeth's She owned a little café’ I used to laugh the way she'd say, “That man there’s not pretty at all!” Then, she'd bring me my pancakes A needle and thread and old blue jeans Still lay on our four poster bed Roger can’t wear them anymore So he wraps them around his head Wears ‘em like a bandanna, instead I think I’ll drive over to Crosson Street Stand on the corner and holler See if anyone listens to me Try to find those god-blessED dollars Then, call my sister, Josephine It’s just like coming home It’s just like going away Remembering the world back then And the pancakes that we ate Sitting on Roger’s police car … At Elizabeth’s Café’ 2007 ### I'm just writing ... A childhood imagination One day brought him here Miles below the mountain He sat there drinking beer A startling revelation A childhood filled with fear He lived alone with a fishing pole Hadn’t seen a soul in years A yellow truck with a mallard duck Painted on the side His daddy’s belt was all he felt ‘Til he took that truck for a ride Down below the mountain A boy doesn’t have to be told How a childhood imagination Can make a heart so old Hear the whistle blowing Hear the church bells ring Hear the wind just snap away Then bring back memories Hear about the good ole’ days The sunset on the farm Sometimes when the lights go dim Old habits come back around A childhood imagination Slips far away from here Miles below the mountain I sat there sipping his beer A startling revelation Felt like a hundred years A quiet ride through the country side My eyes fill up with tears A yellow truck with a mallard duck Painted on the side His daddy’s belt was all he felt So, he took that truck for a ride Down below the mountain A young man never grows old Oh, a childhood imagination Can make a heart stop cold Hear the whistle blowing Hear the church bells ring Hear the wind just snap away Then bring back memories Hear about the good ole’ days The sunset on the farm Sometimes when the lights go dim Old habits come back around 2007 ### Somebody help me, I need it fast I ate some turkey and it gave me gas A little pumpkin pie to add lots of spice The toilet bowls been flushing all night Cornbread with onions and black eyed peas Squash and beans and blueberries A great big feast with lots of guts I swallowed them down, then threw 'em up If Lincoln were here, I’d sit him down, Where I’ve been sitting for three days now Thanksgiving Day is a stomach’s worst enemy There’s a reason we get the day off with pay Some kind of celebration this has been I guess I should thank the pilgrims Saints and Strangers can thank Squanto For a kick in the side bigger than Tonto Somebody help me, I need it fast I’ve gotta shitload of something, it ‘aint gas Turkey and pie and stuffing with gravy The sea would turn to shit if I were in the Navy A harvest in the bathroom will surely tell That I’ve got lots of guts for you to smell Cornbread with onions and black eyed peas Coming straight from my ass yelling “sweet jesus!” Somebody help me, this shit ‘aint funny I swear the mayflower gave birth in my stomach I guaran-damn-tee-ya, I’m not alone with the shit Monday's morning meeting should be hilarious We'll each take our seats, prim and proper Then lift a cheek, pray it's a silencer We'll all be suspects, no doubt about that No one is pardoned from Thanksgiving crap Somebody help me, I need it fast I'll try not to scream, but I damn sure will laugh When someone asks, "Did you have a blast?" "Yeah, I've gotta witness to prove it! Just ask at my ass!" 2007 ### Morning headlines ... 'ain't it grand .... So, here's to Christiana ... where ever you are I don’t care what happens to me I don’t care that I’m bruised I don’t care that my shirt has been torn I don’t have much left to lose I don’t care if you lock me away I don’t care if you don’t I don’t care if the price that I pay Is more than every rich man owns You touched my child You took her away You beat her first God, now I pray You touched my child Just two years old a girl needs her daddy this dad needs her more Christiana … Forever, daddy’s girl I don’t care if the world falls away I don’t care if I die You’ve got your own child to hold Why’d you do this to mine? I don’t care about fortune and fame I don’t care about gold I don’t care about Christmas this year I’m guessing, I never won’t You touched my child You took her away You beat her first God, now I pray You touched my child Just two years old a girl needs her daddy this dad needs her more Christiana … Forever, daddy’s girl I don’t care and I don’t give a damn I don’t care that I don’t understand I don’t care, God, I wish that I could Christiana is dead, thems killin' words I don’t care if I’m black or I’m blue I don’t care if I bleed I don’t care about caring at all This world has one less dreamer Take me and break me And shake me around Make me feel something Christiana is gone Fight me and slam me Down into the ground I’ll look for Christiana In the rocks all around Beat me and kill me again There’s not much to take From the heart of a man Than daddy’s little girl Just two years old Christiana ### Maybe it was her own war Who can ever know for sure I just know that when the dawn is dying No one is cryin’ She’s not the only one no one’s coming for Maybe it was a good thing I’m inclined to disagree ‘Cause I know that when the rain is gone The day is done She’s not the only one no one’s coming for chorus Beautiful and cruel Maybe she was born bad Or maybe it was the world she knew The games played in the afternoon May have been all that she had Whatever the reasons She was the queen of cats She loved the boys and little toys May have been all that she had You can’t kill a setting sun But it damn sure can kill you A walk through the woods, clothes and your eyes A deadly paradise Someone thought about it twice (bridge) Life’s as twisted as it seems I think that’s why we all have dreams The world is a war too cold to feel We live to make believe I think I believe too easily Maybe it was her own war Who can ever know for sure I just know the queen of cats ‘Aint coming back She’s not the only one no one’s coming for ### It's upbeat and oh so long, but, it was an inspired writing .... I wish I didn’t know dreams coming true I wish I didn’t know what I did to you I wish I didn’t know and I wish I didn’t care I wish I didn’t know how I got here I wish I didn’t know the colors of Spring I wish I didn’t know very natural things I wish I didn’t know and I wish I didn’t care I wish I didn’t know life will never be fair I wish I didn’t know rivers and trees I wish I didn’t know an incurable disease I wish I didn’t know and wish I didn’t see I wish I didn’t know what not believe I wish I didn’t know who not to trust I wish I didn’t know who took so much I wish I didn’t know and wish I didn’t dream I wish I didn’t know this uncertainty chorus I wish I didn’t know what it felt like To be loved and touched Then hated so much I wish I didn’t know what it felt like To be me I wish I didn’t know what it felt like To be strong and free Until it was taken from me I wish I didn’t know what it felt like To be me I wish I didn’t know God is love I wish I didn’t know He needed so much I wish I didn’t know and I wish it were true If I could wish you away, that’s just what I’d do I wish I didn’t know that a nation would die I wish I didn’t know what we kill to survive I wish I didn’t know and wish I didn’t fear I wish I didn’t’ know what I wish I didn’t hear I wish I didn’t know we could lay down our guns I wish I didn’t know it takes more than love I wish I didn’t know that every heart feels greed I wish I didn’t know what I wish I didn’t need I wish I didn’t know if I’m black or white I wish I didn’t know who'll die tonight I wish I didn’t know rules and dominance I wish I could close my eyes and just forget chorus I wish I didn’t fight with myself so much I wish I didn’t know which thoughts to trust I wish I didn’t know that if we ever met I could never live up to what you expect I wish I didn’t owe a single son-of-a-bitch I wish I could afford early retirement I have a decent job; I make a decent wage But it takes a lot more to live the American way The American way and the American dream We fought so long for such supremacy We have it all and it’s still not enough But, it doesn’t take energy to give up on love I’ll give up my love, I’ll give up my strength I’ll give all my energy if that’s what it takes I’ll give everyone what they fucking expect I wish I didn’t know who to thank for that 2008 ### You’ve heard me talk about giving But, do I give myself? You’ve heard me talk about forgiving Do I forgive myself? You’ve heard me talk about love But, do I give it enough? You’ve heard me talk about understanding Do I understand myself? chorus There was a time when People thought I was something, Something else Always thought I was giving Too much of myself Then when the time came When I felt like living for myself People thought I was something Something else You’ve heard me talk about dreams Making dreams come true It’s easy to believe in everybody's dreams When they don’t include you You’ve heard me talk about passions But do I really care? I say I don’t want or need possessions I’ve got ‘em everywhere bridge I’ve talked about fighting, I’ve talked about war I’ve talked about poverty And kicked down doors I admit I’ve fought a time or two But I never fought anything Close to you You’ve heard me talk about growing old But, I said I didn’t fear I’m looking at the mirror close these days And it’s got me feeling old You’ve heard me talk About everything and everyone Now I just wonder Wonder ‘bout myself Now I just wonder About something else 2008 ### Where has all the laughter gone? Where are all the smiles? Tomorrow my girl will be all grown-up Today she’s still a child The days somehow seem darker now I’m still growing old I think I’ll write a song or two While I catch a cold There’s a life for me somewhere I wish that Spring were near The sunlight and the flowers would Break the mood I’m in chorus There’s something to be said about feeling alone It’s more than a feeling The whispers that walk ‘cross the floor Meet me in the morning There’s something to be said about being alone I don’t know what it is There’s a dreamland in a hidden door Meet me in the morning Where has all the money gone? I still have the bills I have a lot a time, but not a dime And, I’m runnin’ low on pills The world somehow seems heartless now I think I’ll let set it free Maybe turn some Todd Snider on I think I know, “That Was Me” Someone’s praying for me somewhere They must be really bored The posters and the pictures I see I’ll never know for sure 2008 ### Today, I spent the afternoon in the woods. It was absolutely beautiful outside, so I found little campsite and just enjoyed the day. What a treat! I walk the woods like footsteps out of sight While music from the campfires fill the night Finding ways to make some dreams come true Thinking about a campfire next to you I see the woods like an hourglass sees the sand Music from the campfires turns into a band Finding ways to bring them home to me Thinking about a campfire in my dreams chorus The grass is all but gone My feet still move along Move along, I don’t know where Branches hanging down Cover a gray trail now Move along, I don’t know where Just keep walking, I’ll get there Just keep walking, I’ll get there I walk the woods and follow a little stream While my dog runs alongside a steady breeze Finding ways to find a home again Nothing’s stranger, than the stranger that I’ve been I see the woods like an owl see’s the night A backwards glance is clear in the lowest light Finding ways to turn my life from greed A native land is the only life I need chorus I think I’ll tape the music to the side of my truck Grab the campfire and woods and load them up There’s not much I can’t do when I dream My imagination is the only thing I need I close my eyes; build a campfire under the moon Saturday night harmonies in the middle of my room I found a way to make a dream come true Thinking about a campfire next to you Bridge A lazy day makes a lazy night Sometimes they turn out alright No telephones, no door bells ring Not too much is happening Campfires in the woods It’s got me feeling pretty good 2008 ### Look into her eyes There’s a wild panic Shuffling on the streets To a dirty habit Take another look Catch another stare Looking from a window Her sister's standing there When they were young they used to ride wild horses They took them everywhere When they were voiceless When they were young they used to ride across that river To a world of emotions There was something about that river and wild horses Look into her eyes She’s a little petrified Somewhere on the street A guy takes her for a ride Take another glance Not all is as it seems Dirty little white lies Dragging from her feet When they were young they used to tie their dreams together One for honor One for pleasure Now they’re older and have the will and the effort But hope against hope Is as predictable as the weather… and wild horses We all have a debt That never goes away Sometimes we forget And put the price away Two young mother's They’re still paying One is on the street One is simply praying Sometimes they wish their dreams could disappear forever As if they ever could Once they’re tied together Out in those streets they look for heaven and hell wherever They’re just like one Lying in a street, running like a river with wild horses You can tell a love story From a castle in the sky One’s as real as a fairtytale The other’s just a lie There’s a wild panic Look into their eyes Shuffling on the streets A lie meets a lie 2008 ### You said I always shined in the spotlight Sometimes, that spotlight grows dim You said I had a way with words and people I wonder why I can’t have my way with him You said your wife left you for someone Sometimes, “Someone” doesn’t know The things we leave behind for others When we’re walking down both sides of the road If I stood on a rock and kicked a stone I wouldn’t wonder where it’s going Down and out like dust and dreams I think we’re reaping what we’re sewing Eight years changes more than people It changes the places where we’ve been It changes faces and sometimes replaces Things we don’t want to remember again You said your dog is down by the train tracks Most times, those tracks never leave them alone The smell of fear is lost and gone is the trouble In a faint sweat that has nowhere else to go You said you’d pray for me in the spotlight It’s a short walk from black magic to hell Right now the only hell I believe we live in Is on a corner market where bullshit quickly sells chorus I think everyone wants a piece of the spotlight Anything to keep that light from growing dim We can laugh awhile, criticize and tell some lies There’s nothing like raising hell from the dead 2008 ### I really love my job! I asked her where she met him She said I’d never believe I asked her where she met him She said, “Shut-up and listen to me.” I met him in a garbage patch I asked her, “What do you mean?” “I mean I met him a garbage patch!” I asked, “What’s that supposed to mean?” She said, “I don’t know what that means I guess we were both a little hungry I ran out of food and water And he was looking pretty good in his jeans He was holding a plastic milk jug And, he asked me if I wanted a sip I spit out my dip and grabbed the jug Turned it up and licked my lips!” I asked her what happened next She said, “He made me a milk jug ring, Plastic, like diamonds, last forever So we sat there admiring my ring” She said his name was Roger I said, “Roger this? Roger that?” She said, “You think you’re pretty funny!” I said, “Only when you’re talking crap! Yeah, she met him in a garbage patch But something went wrong in that trash They were married long enough to walk ‘cross the floor Turn around and walk back out the door I bet she wrapped that plastic milk jug ring Right around his neck ‘Cause when I said, “You must have loved him.” She yelled, “YOU WANNA BET???” 2008 ### The wheels keep turning; his eyes growing old He lost his wife ten years ago His son sold the farm so he’d never know Some things are worse than empty silo’s He sits in his chair and he’s watches tv There’s a little bit of reality He stares from his window and dreams away Same old dream in a brand new day Let him laugh like he used to do Let him see that farming fence Let him believe in the things he once knew A farm and a field and a farmer’s sweat Let him dream, let the dreams be kind Hold him close beneath the southern skies He’s got his ragged body and a youthful mind Holding his prayers beneath the southern skies He has rails that look something like his farming fence He has a stranger’s face in a stranger place He has grits in the morning with a cup of coffee And a war with death every day This morning he kissed my hand and held the other He swore to God I was his for life But, when I came back to kiss him good-night He left me beneath the southern skies I think he’s laughing like he used to do I think he’s standing near that farming fence I think he’s forgotten the things he once knew Lonely stares from a window, rails by a bed I think he has his farm and field and a farmer’s sweat I think he’s standing tall above the southern skies With a youthful body and a youthful mind He left his prayers beneath the southern skies The wheels stopped turning, his eyes stopped growing old He found his wife not long ago He found his farm and he’ll never know Something worse than empty silo’s In some sweet story, on some sweet day He’ll kiss my hand and hold the other I swear to God I’ll love him for life Not far beneath the southern skies 2008 ### He wears his heart on his sleeve He keeps it there, while she’s out chasing dreams He knows one day she’ll come back It’s not a matter of time It’s a matter of fact She keeps her dreams on her sleeve She keeps them there, while he waits patiently She knows one day she’ll come back It’s not a matter of time It’s a matter of fact chorus We tend to romance what we turn away It can be torture, but that’s okay If she ever knew a love at all It was four years earlier; the day she met Paul He had a tattoo above his right hand He was a soldier, he was a common man When I saw that tattoo it helped me understand The wars inside us that never end Oh, they never end One day Paul rolled up his sleeve He turned off the news, turned up the Jim Beam He drank until he never came back It was a matter of time It was a matter of fact Her dreams had finally come true She went to tell Paul, “I’ve come home to you.” When she opened the door out back She saw how a matter of time Killed a matter of facts chorus Paul was lying there on the floor His tattooed arm was the first thing she saw It was a cross she’d never seen before It read, “The cost of war,” “I killed a thousand, maybe more.” She wears his cross on her sleeve She keeps it there, while she’s chasing a dream She protests on every corner street Holding a sign that simply reads, “PEACE” Yeah, she’s chasing a dream We may never know heaven at all While we’re searching for God, answering his call Maybe we’ll all see a cold in hell I hope Jesus is there Standing next to Paul 2008 ### I’ve been getting up early I’ve been coming home late I don’t wanna hurt anybody Writing songs with my paper mate There’s a hundred different ego’s Blowing around like hot air She tells them all she doesn’t’ know While she twitches in her easy chair I’m not falling to pieces I’m picking the pieces up I’m not screwing anybody And I’m not screwing up No, I’m not screwing up Or falling to pieces I’m just picking the pieces up There are people all around me There is blood on every floor A hundred prayers in the courtyard Are forgotten when the doors close I keep my chin up in the daytime Tell everyone it’s gonna be okay The truth is I really don’t know I just sing to get through the day I’m not falling to pieces I’m picking the pieces up I’m not screwing anybody And I’m not screwing up No, I’m not screwing up Or falling to pieces I’m just picking the pieces up You got a sad story You got a sad song Don’t fall to pieces Just sing along I’m not falling to pieces I’m picking the pieces up I’m not screwing anybody And I’m not screwing up No, I’m not screwing up Or falling to pieces I’m just picking the pieces up 2008 ### Take a glance at his heart Look past the facts Look past the lies Look at the consequence Take a glance at his heart There we might see He’s completely different Than some think him to be Four thousand American soldiers I wonder who they’re fighting tonight Are they fighting with the devil? Or are they close to God’s side? Four thousand American soldiers I wonder who’s missing them tonight Are there families on their knees praying? Or on they on the devil’s side? Take a glance at his heart Look past his eyes Look past his smile Look where we’ve arrived Take a glance at his heart There we might find He’s identical and the same As the motives he denies Four thousand American soldiers I wonder who they’re fighting tonight Are they fighting new devotions Now that they’re on the other side? Four thousand American soldiers Are they a victim of this life They had a goal and noble intentions Now they have grounds to reconcile Take a glance at his heart Four thousand times We can talk about and analyze In the end it’s all the same He had a goal in mind Four thousand times 2008 ### Dreams fade away with time It’s just something that they do I hope they meet their dreamers on the other side Maybe one day they will Maybe one day they will Families fade away with time It’s just something that they do I hope they mend their broken hearts on the other side Maybe one day they will Maybe one day they will Egyptian brother, won’t you write us a letter? You were a mentor to us all There’s a mystery dwelling in the house of God There’s mercy on us all Egyptian mother, won’t you write us a letter? You were the mentor to your son There’s a mystery dwelling in the house of God There’s mercy on us all Hatred knows everyone by name Sometimes, it’s just something we do I hope we meet it with love on the other side Maybe one day we will Maybe one day we will Love knows everyone by name Its beauty holds a greater truth I hope we hold it together on the other side Maybe one day we will Maybe, somehow, we will Chorus Shadows follow us all sometimes It’s just something that they do Beyond mysteries they exist so innocently Maybe one day we will Maybe one day we will April 2008 ### I’ve been driving by an empty house For a week or two I knew the mother and father And their children, too Now the lights are off, Both night and day There’s nothing on the kitchen table There's no children playing A storm moves along But, a fire catches on A dream is taken away But, the memories remain Of a family A war rages on At home and abroad Look at the cost Oh, the things that we’ve lost Of a family I’ve been driving by an empty house For a week or two I knew the dogs in backyard And the neighbors, too So many antebellum homes And the mill homes, too Have signs in the front yard “Foreclosure”, yeah, there’s a deal for you bridge I guess we have it all Wrapped up in greed Now, if we would only help The ones in need I’m not talking about you I’m not talking about me I’m talking about all of us ‘Cause we all have needs I’ve been driving by empty houses For a couple of weeks I can’t keep from thinking God, that could’ve been me I can’t help but worry About that family I can’t help but wonder If one day that'll be me The land of the home The land of the free The land of the brave So many hearts break for you And your family April 2008 ### Time flies when you have wings It’s not unusual to look out and see We exist without questioning Yeah, somehow help me to believe Like a child who has wings A pensive stare and brighter fires We used to believe in childish things A youthful heart like a mystic dream Yeah, it leaves us a little naïve Like a child who has wings Life brings us closer to the ground Closer than we ever wanted to be A chance to live and learn Slips away too easily It brings us closer to the ground Closer than we ever thought we could be And I wanna be like a child A child who has wings Time flies when you have wings When every day brings special things Just the chance to greet the day Yeah, smiling ‘cause life’s okay Like a child who has wings A lot of years and a lot of soul We sit back just to get up and go Sometimes I wonder where I went Yeah, I swore I’d never grow old Like a child who has wings chorus Time flies when you have wings Is it so unusual, all the questions life brings Why we exist, why we believe, why we dream Yeah, I’m feeling like a child Like a child who has wings May 2008 ### He saw through me Like he knew me So, I just stepped back Hiding under Those that suffer I just can’t forget My heart is too weak It skips in three beats I think I’d rather regret Time that follows And then leaves us Just to find its way back Love can change us Somehow shame us Always watch your back I saw through him Like I knew him So, he just stepped back Hiding under One who suffers He just can’t forget His heart is too weak It skips in three beats I think he’d rather regret Time that follows And then leaves us Just to find its way back Love can change us Somehow shame us Always watch your back I saw through him He saw through me I guess it’s over now He thought he knew me I thought I knew him I guess it’s over now April or May 2008 ### You put God in my head And a pledge in my heart The two go together But are so far apart What is the distance Oh, what is the cost With God in my head And a pledge in my heart You put war in my head And peace in my heart You paint villains as angels Are we so far apart What is the distance Oh, what is the cost Of war in my head And peace in my heart You put him in my head And her in my heart The two go together But are so far apart What is the distance Oh, what is the cost Of him in my head And her in my heart Oh Mother Nature Won’t you sing one for me? I need your serenity Breathe your harmony Will the end of the war Be the end or the start Of God in my head And a pledge in my heart There's a storm in my head And a hush in my heart The two are so different Yet, not so far apart What is the distance Oh, what is the cost Of a storm in my head And a hush in my heart If I breathe very quiet As quiet as can be Will I still be existing Or just make believe I’m still in your silence But there’s still lots of hell With a pledge in my head And God in my heart. April or May 2008 ### There’s a gypsy in the corner Dancing with the grateful dead It’s only four in morning And there’s lots of dancing ahead Remember when she’s dancing She’s not dancing to a song She is dancing to the music In her head where she belongs A soul comes before us You can’t take it to its grave You can pray to a saint and a sinner You can pray that you’re prayers aren’t in vain Pray God knows the father Pray God knows the son We can talk to those who are holy Who’ll be there when the day is done There’s a warlock in the kitchen Brewing a cup or two for Joe It’s only four in the morning And he’s got a lot of drinks to go Remember when he’s brewing He’s not brewing just any kind of brew He’s brewing his spell upon you ‘Cause warlock’s like angels in their brew chorus There are children who know the language We call it domestic abuse It’s only four in the morning There’s a lot of abusing left to do There’s a word for their father There’s a word for their son There’s a word for this world around us But not one word about what he’s done chorus You may have a different interpretation I swear I’m telling you the truth When I woke up Friday morning It was Monday afternoon There was a gypsy in the corner She was talking to me in song She became a thousand in a whisper I’m not lying so help me God I can’t remember what she to told me I only know the tremble in my heart Joe killed me and then he kissed her I’m not lying so help me God May 2008 (I think ... could have been April) ### Ginger had a pony And she rode him On her back She cried; she was so lonely Each time he took off That Stetson hat Some said Jack was her uncle But that’s not a Matter of fact Most folks simply knew him As Uncle Cracker Cracker Jack chorus You can find your way home From a broken heart But when your mind is on the line A shot in the dark is a shot in the eye You can find your way home From a dozen broken bones But when you’re mind is on the line Sometimes, the heart goes alone Danger smells like honey When you’re homeless On the streets Tapping her toes in bloody Love for money Just to eat Do you ever wonder What made Ginger Ginger snap? Was is habit, infactuation The day she put on His Stetson hat? chorus Holidays, grandmama’s recipes They can make us Shed a tear History, old fashioned family trees Can bring back our Deepest fears Sometimes, I sit and wonder What made Ginger Ginger snap Wish I could find and tell her That there’s always A way back chorus Everlasting memories Always blossoms In the Spring Take her memories Hide them deeply In signs of peace May 2008 ### | Stuff | More Stuff | Thread Songs | The Most Recent Stuff | | Artists and Their Music | Erika Luckett | Peter Cooper and Fayssoux McLean | Storyhill with Ellis | David Childers | Todd Snider | The Unnofficial Half | Pictures | In Memory of David Stewart | Theresa | Return Home | |
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