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“on a monday”

I don’t know what she wants

She says it’s plain to see

50 million chances I figure it to be

Ride out on the highway, thinkin’ ‘bout what to do

I gotta come up with something

Or it’s the end of me and you

I don’t see why we can’t rise above

But I’ll raise my hand up to my heart

In the name of love

How can we live together?

If you won’t talk to me

I’ll buy you a car or anything

If that’s what you want to see

I keep asking questions but the walls they laugh at me

60 million guesses I figure it to be

I can’t see how we can rise above

But I’ll raise my hand to my heart

In the name of love

I can’t be sure

We can’t ignore

All the pain that we have in our lives

Spent 16 years with you and it’s time to be alone

I’ve tried oh so hard to give you everything that you want

Gotta go, gotta see the world ‘cause there’s nothin’ left to say

Now I’m leavin’ on a Monday and I’m never comin’ home again

I can’t be sure

We can't ignore

All the pain we have in our lives

“the road”

i’m sitting here all alone a thousand miles away from home with nothing but a warm beer for a friend

i’ve been right and i’ve been been wrong tomorrow morning i’ll be gone ‘cuz paradise waits around the bend

momma, momma this might be the end for me

i’m sitting in the cold, dark road and i’ve cut my spirit free

i don’t know if or when i’ll ever pass this way again but if i don’t please remember that i once loved you so

well i’ve been all around the great big world looking for a certain girl but i’ve decided she’s been hiding from me

she ducks into the shadows at night I can feel her when the breeze blows right but i must not be her cup ‘o tea

momma, momma this might be the end for me

i’m sitting in the cold, dark road and i’ve cut my spirit free

i don’t know if or when i’ll ever pass this way again but if i don’t please remember that i once loved you so

i’m stuck here in an off-ramp town the wind and rain have chased me down to a café with a buzzing neon sign

and here i’ll play for dollar bills and the world beyond the window sill only matters when the lights flash closing time

momma, momma this might be the end for me

i’m sitting in the cold, dark road and i’ve cut my spirit free

i don’t know if or when i’ll ever pass this way again but if i don’t please remember that i once loved you so

“no good at goodbye”

why are there no answers for the questions of the soul

i’ve been down a long time i’m bearing a heavy load

please don’t leave me i don’t want to walk that road all alone

you’re so damn confused you don’t know what to say

the past 10 years gone by like one long day

please don’t leave i don’t want it to end this way

so you say

well you’re no good at goodbye but you sure can say hello

your bag’s been packed for weeks now you’re heading out my door

maybe heading where those chilly winds don’t blow

i don’t know…

“never comin’ back”

i got things comin’ to me what it is i don’t know

all things come to those who wait so it seems so i’m told

mr. good luck he been here once guess I shouldn’t ask for more

but if he comes back i’ll be here to greet him right at the door

but I got a strange feelin’

he’s never comin’ back

got a real funny feelin’

he’s never comin’ back

never comin’ back again…

see the people on their knees they’re beggin’ down and prayin’

listening to the ‘man on high’ they don’t know what he’s saying

c’mon see, listen to me he’s turning water into wine

i used to hand with him at magdalene’s used to drink with him all the time

but i got a strange feelin’

he’s never comin’ back

got a god-awful feelin’

he’s never comin’ back

never comin’ back again…

“america under your wheels”

out on the road seen 30 days turn 30 nights

hoping for redemption in the early morning sunlight

woody rambled through here singing songs for uncle sam

on the king columbia river they built the great grand coulee dam

tell me stranger how does it feel

out on the road america under your wheels?

i’ve seen your purple mountains i’ve seen your plains of gold

been through dakota where a peoples’ dreams were bought and sold

i’ve been on that reservation seen ‘em try to till that earth

now tell me you ‘blue-eyed american boy just what exactly was it worth?

the farmer’s plow lays still and rust eats at his hands

his silos whistle empty as the dust blows from his land

tell me stranger how does it feel

out on the road america under your wheels?

the hills of california like a siren on the sea

i’ve caught the ghost of ole john muir he’s teasing and taunting me

steinbeck said it first I do believe he said it well

and kerouac’s been on that road that runs straight through hell

tell me stranger how does it feel

out on the road america under your wheels?

"the firelight"

They we were winds a-howlin’ on this cold and lonely night

Hidden sun we start to worry, will we beat the fallen light?

There you were by the firelight

Skin so soft so deep and warm

Clutching hands we stay together

As are feet are freezing down below

And here we are things are desperate

Chilling hands that cut to the bone

Cracking skies all around us

What will it take to get us on home?

There you were by the firelight

Skin so soft so deep and warm

Clutching hands we stay together

As are feet are freezing down below

We know the skies are getting heavy

Ready to come down

I see life could be ending for us

We’ll wait ‘til daybreak

Sunshine’s breaking over the hills

I never saw a sight so beautiful

Mother nature, raise her hand to thee

I thank you lord for my eyes to see

“still life”

my life it feels like a picasso painting
entagled forever with a vincent van gogh
wildflowers here & starry nights there
and disconnected lines that don't go anywhere

well my memories of you are tangled in wine bottles
like viewing candles through windows of frost
you told me my dreams wouldn't take me too far
i cut you away disregarding the cost

i want to know what's behind the mirror
i want to know what's behind the horse
miro's layers of bold color softness
like the ashes of lovers who've just run their course

picasso's musicians seem so familiar
happily hanging there doing their thing
less bright than the pastels framed all around them
and if they could speak i know which songs they'd sing

well some people's lives remind me of sculpture
directly in contrast with the oil painter's brush
in the end they transform to still life
a museum example of what not to touch

sometimes i feel like that nude on a staircase
up here in front of you baring my soul
just like that nude i wish to move forward
to find me some silver while grabbing for gold

contrast of forms unearths all the bad times
man on a balcony hi-lights the fun
it's an interesting point that seurat was making
if you walk away slowly the lines fade into one

“angelina”

c’mon angelina c’mon go with me

goin’ where the sunrise leads us to the sea

goin’ to carolina let’s leave today

c’mon angelina show me the way

c’mon angelina the time is feeling right

to place these broken dreams under the carpet out of sight

let’s leave this dirty city say so long, fare thee well

c’mon angelina say “what the hell”

oh we’ll ride the rails till sunset and sleep until the dawn

lord knows it’s time for us to move along

well I’ll grab my harp and guitar grab your book of songs

c’mon angelina this time it can’t be wrong

c’mon angelina give it one more day

you’ve taken all you’ve needed there’s nothing left to say

just grab their name and number then smile and turn away

c’mon angelina you’ve outgrown them anyway

oh we’ll ride the rails till sunset and sleep until the dawn

lord knows it’s time for us to move along

well I’ll grab my harp and guitar grab your book of songs

c’mon angelina this time it can’t be wrong

“when”

standing on a corner waiting for a friend

never showed up no not again

saying to myself there’s probably a reason

as i sit with that sinking feeling asking

when

when will the day come that i feel i can trust someone without fear

someone to believe in some to love someone close by when times get rough

i need a friend

i can’t wait

to share my love

i don’t want to cry i want to know why

i can’t find someone to share my lovin’

how many time are gonna pass by before I find

someone to share my lovin’

how many times am i gonna cry before I find

someone to share my lovin’

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