The Last Stop

i don’t know where the dream goes
when the world begins
i don’t know how to love you as i did then
speak to me of the magic of lip to lip
so that maybe i can recall the best love of all
and talk to me of the tender touch
of cheek to cheek
so that maybe by the end i can love again

but it’s the last stop. thanks again for riding.
i hope to see you on the road again.

i could have watched the sun set
in your eyes forever
we thought the map had been made
by some spirit in the skies
but i need more than a memory
of heart to heart
just a precious little light
could make it worth the fight
but the thought of you and me
sharing soul to soul
breaks the heart to begin
to see it all end

cause it’s the last stop….

i know i pushed you away
just because i never thought you’d stay
but i was praising you as i preached to you
and i was raising you as i reached for you

i’m going back to kansas
when i dream tonight
i’ll click my heels and learn
the deal i got just wasn’t right
maybe as we travel from life to life
we’ll find the love we shared,
remember when we cared
but for now we’ll have to do
without the side by side
gotta go our separate ways,
the price lover pays

cause it’s the last stop.


The Point

jenny brought the bottle home
she said she’d like to celebrate her birthday
pretending to forget the past
passing out just like she did that last night
when they took her keys away
she’s a ghost without a name
but everybody loves her just the same

jenny took the painting down,
the one with bob and tupac riding bareback
riding stallions into sunset
setting hooves against the desert dust
righteous warriors making up for what we lack
they remind her of the rain
the way she washes out again and again

she said she wants to be a movie star
wants to live out of her car
wants to make her own way, make her own way

she knows what this is all about
she wants to find her own way out
of paper bags and zigs and zags well….

anyway, the point is we’re all dying here
don’t you wanna live before you go?
the point is we’re all dying here
the point is we’re all dying here
and don’t forget to live

jenny took the long way home
she said she didn’t want to see her sister
it took her much too much to hide
the secret she’d been secretly withholding
without hinting to anyone
that she’d finally gone and got the gun
soon her worldly troubles would be done

jenny’d been a quiet bird
the kind you never thought to ever think about
thinking she could get along
getting lost in longing like a raging river wild
guess she’d really been a river child
living only for a dream
dreaming only of her vanishing

she said she wants to be a movie star
wants to live out of her car
wants to make her own way, make her own way

she knows what this is all about
she wants to find her own way out
of paper bags and zigs and zags and naggings and

anyway, the point is we’re all dying here
don’t you wanna live before you go?
the point is we’re all dying here
the point is we’re all dying here
and don’t forget to live


The Short Walk

we need love, love, love, love, love
on our short walk through this life

please be kind, kind, kind, kind, kind
on your short walk through this life

offer gentleness and grace
on your short walk through this life

‘cause anyone could be in pain
on their short walk through this life

and that pain can make us weary
and the hurt can make us weak
and our grief can make us fall fall fall
on our short walk through this life

but there’s a fire we all carry
and it lifts us when we break
we must offer up our fire
on on our short walk through this life

it’s an offering of love
on the short walk through this life

we need love, love, love, love, love
on our short walk through this life

The Rapture

you should know by now
this shit drives me crazy
sinner or saint, it’s all the same to me
i tried to tell you once or twice
in no uncertain terms
long as i live, i intend to breathe

show me what your good book is for
cause i don’t wanna fight anymore
if it were today,
would i see what you’d betray me for
all the little monsters in your head
could just be the lies you’ve been fed
can it really be
you can’t feel me here beside you

look up from the page
and try to hear me say that it’s alright
i’d swallow my rage
if you would hear me say that it’s alright
we’re more than the cage
you put us in, but then again
it doesn’t matter friend, we’ll be alright

i realize your life thus far has been a beast of burden
weight of the fallen on your shoulders
as far as i can see right now is as good a time as any
to spend some time down by the river

show me what your good book is for
cause i don’t wanna fight anymore
if it were today
would i see what you’d betray me for
all the little monsters in your head
could just be the lives you have led
still it doesn’t change,
yes, we are all in this together

look up from the page
and try to hear me say that it’s alright
i’d swallow my rage
if you would hear me say that it’s alright
look up from the page
if you can hear me say that it’s alright
the war that you wage
is gonna end today ’cause it’s alright


This Is Not a Love Song

chorus
This is not a love song,
Just a piece of what you give to me.
This is not a love song,
Just some peace for what you give to me.

Broken in dark corners
You found me washed upone the shore
Wanting all of life to fill me
And praying hard for so much more.

Broken in dark corners
I saw you walk along the shore
Wanting all of life to fill you
In your love affair with war.

It seems there’s two of us in starlight
Left behind tomorrow’s dawn
So let us drink a toast to midnight
And rest a bit ’til bitter’s gone.

chorus


Tumble

a bird in the hand ain’t spit to me
you give me one i must need three
enchanted by insanity
my dirty glass is empty

can’t find the dime i used to keep
and now i find i’m losing sleep
but in the morning all i need
is four bucks for my coffee

lost my religion years ago
to a song i used to know
but i don’t need a god to tell me
that the mountain must give way
to the river in its day
even roughest rock can shine

so i tumble, tumble, tumble

i’m lost among the muck of men
so i’m changing up my meds again
i’m nothing if i lose my pain
all the colors look the same

i’ve buried all the evidence
i’m sure i paid my penitence
so now it’s simple common sense
to pass along the blame

lost my religion years ago
to a song i used to know
but i still want god to show me
that the mountain can give way
to the river in its day
even roughest rock can shine

so i tumble, tumble, tumble


Turn It Around

My spirit says, when I’m moving around
With no place to lay my head,
Just go back to the beginning.

My spirit says, when my heart becomes blind
And cannot see its way into tomorrow
You must go back to the before.

But what about the before?
What about the beginng?
Were they not once a treacherous terrain?
And what about today?
What about ever after?
Tell me what makes the rough places plain?
I’d ask it of me but I’m already lost.
I’d just let it be but release at what cost?

So for a time I’ll turn it around.

My TV says, in a couple of days
My country will be at war,
it’s a matter of survival.
My leader says I’m a victim of chance
In a crossfire between good and "other"
The answer must be in defense.
(or did he say revenge?)

But what about the rage?
What about all the people we could
lose to fury and fear?
And what about the greed?
What about all the dollars
Spent to make me believe all I hear?
I ask it of me ’cause I’d like to begin
To release my defense, find freedom within.

So for a time, I’ll turn it around.


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All children, except one, grow up. They soon know that they will grow up, and the way Wendy knew was this. One day when she was two years old she was playing in a garden, and she plucked another flower and ran with it to her mother. I suppose she must have looked rather delightful, for Mrs. Darling put her hand to her heart and cried, “Oh, why can’t you remain like this for ever!” This was all that passed between them on the subject, but henceforth Wendy knew that she must grow up. You always know after you are two. Two is the beginning of the end.

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Very Small Things

woman, you are a queen
don’t you get worried over very small things

your roof is leaking rain
and it won’t get fixed cause you’re late on the rent again
so you fill up your all your time
doubling over that nine to five

sunday mornin’ comes
and beside you, there is no one
the lover you had before
well turns out, he don’t come home no more

woman, you are a queen
don’t you get worried over very small things
the living is easy when it’s just your song to sing
don’t you get worried over very small things

now your best friend says she’s feeling down
she don’t understand why you don’t come around
then she tells you where your lover’s been
well it turns out, she never was your friend

even a simple wish when said is your command
so be careful, be true to what you say
they can’t take anything without your open hand
so be careful with what you give away

woman, you are a queen
don’t you get worried over very small things

you can’t lose anything you never really had
so be careful with what you try to hold
if someone’s leaving you it’s best to just be glad
don’t get angry, just get to letting go.

woman, you are a queen…