Train
	Overhead sheets of rain Late day sun is hid Bayou is all steaming wet Streetlamps far from near.   Don’t let me miss that train   Hustling through the limbs Stumbling towards the whine of a deep diesel train whistle blowing Just beyond yonder tree line   Don’t let me miss that train

Love Letter

Good morning my loveliness Tried not to wake you, thought I’d write and let you rest All is well and fine in our quiet little nest In the corner of this urban wilderness   Some years ago we’d just met Looking back oh, how could I forget? You and those bright blue eyes and a smile that reconciled A heart that bitter words defiled   This only happens when we’re far a part I get the urge to speak from my heart But this time, I thought ahead This time I’ll have no regrets in case I never see you again.   By now I should be long gone With random useless thoughts now coming on Crossing the railroad lines I’ll realize I’ve left behind (by far) the better part of life.   Don’t let confusion lead you on. This aint nothing’ bad .. no nothings wrong. And no I’m not being mean it’s just my usual routine just thought I’d leave a letter this time.   Cause this only happens

Jenny

Jenny open up your eyes, Leave the darkness far behind. Take a look around, Take a little time, Time to get used to the light To get used to the light. The minute you begin to see the colors With feeling incomparable to others, With nothing understood, Nothing’s bad or good, Everything is fine. And now you’re crying, Crying so far away from your home Just trying to get used to the light Jenny open up your eyes, Leave your innocence behind Take all the good advice you’ve learned so far in life.. Toss it to the side let’s ride. From here the road divides… The innocence of life is swallowed A common thief has left you hollow Reaching for your pureness A master in disguise He told you all those lies And now you’re crying Crying so far away from your home Still trying to get used to the light. Jenny open up your eyes Choose the road that makes you wise Some may lead you backwards Others maybe sideways There are boulevards and streets and lanes and highways How will you decide Open up your eyes Jenny The years behind you now are plenty You’ve had time to realize the road did not divide You only turned aside And now you’re crying Crying so far away from your home Still trying, trying so hard to make it all alone Still trying to get used….. To get used… To get used… To life.Jenny Jenny open up your eyes, Leave the darkness far behind. Take a look around, Take a little time, Time to get used to the light To get used to the light. The minute you begin to see the colors With feeling incomparable to others, With nothing understood, Nothing’s bad or good, Everything is fine. And now you’re crying, Crying so far away from your home Just trying to get used to the light Jenny open up your eyes, Leave your innocence behind Take all the good advice you’ve learned so far in life.. Toss it to the side let’s ride. From here the road divides… The innocence of life is swallowed A common thief has left you hollow Reaching for your pureness A master in disguise He told you all those lies And now you’re crying Crying so far away from your home Still trying to get used to the light. Jenny open up your eyes Choose the road that makes you wise Some may lead you backwards Others maybe sideways There are boulevards and streets and lanes and highways How will you decide Open up your eyes Jenny The years behind you now are plenty You’ve had time to realize the road did not divide You only turned aside And now you’re crying Crying so far away from your home Still trying, trying so hard to make it all alone Still trying to get used….. To get used… To get used… To life.

Never Again

I’ve had, plenty of time to wonder Plenty of time to think Plenty of rock hard liquor in my younger days In and out of bar rooms mostly Up there on the stage But from this position I’ve learned almost everything So why should I change?   And there have been times before when I’d Forgotten there’s a God above and I I’ll admit my doubts got the best of me. But throughout my drinking and swearing And times when I just stopped caring. I’d be a fool to think that he’d forgotten me. So why should I change?   Cause I’m forced to sing in the night time Used to staring at spotlights Used to thinking my lifestyle is such a sin But never again..   Now in this hour of gladness This moment of revolution The time it takes to put the words to my song I’ll send out a prayer to all you God sent entertainers And pray that you keep hanging on Why should we change?   We’re forced to sing in the night time Used to sharing the spotlights Used to thinking our lifestyles are such a sin But never again.

Kerosene

He carried kerosene in a brown bag down the street A time when movie shows were just 5 cents Held his school books on his shoulder in a bag And a stick he raked across a wooden fence Over on the other side of years gone by and by He sits and feeds the pigeons in the park Just this year he opened up a chapter in his life One he never thought would surface from the dark The line in his face says, “I’ve seen many places I’ve seen a lot of ships go down in flames.. Seven seas in all, I’ve seen them rise and fall Washing all my memories away” Lately I’ve been felling weak Seeing not quite as good as I used to see Childhood memories they keep running after me Late in the days when I dream And lately that suns been beating down Into my blood-shot eyes And even though I can still see the lake I can tell where it meets the sky. The corner candy store now serves beer and wine And several new apartments crowd the street The movie shows are now 5 dollars and a half. And no one on this block sells kerosene Lucky enough for him he’s got no family to support His wife she died and children moved away Bout all there’s left to do in this old “brand new” town Is just sit and watch the blue skies fade to gray. The line in his face says, “I’ve seen many places I’ve seen a lot of ships go down in flames.. Seven seas in all, I’ve seen them rise and fall Washing all my memories away”

Midnight Moves

Midnight moves closer to This moment whatever that may mean. I am only thinking as I often do Wishing maybe tonight I might lay my eyes on you   Tonight I’m so burned out I should be sleeping like a child But here I go again my mind running wild   How can I sleep when this spirit holding me Is giving me strength   Reeling me in over and over again Back to this shallow water of my consciousness   The water’s growing deeper And like a fish I swim But I am only human And humans do give in   But how can I sleep when this spirit holding me Is giving me strength Just knowing that I’m growing stronger and wiser every time I breathe   I know there are times like these when my mind is reeling And I get that feeling of whom I could be A cheerful giver, spirit lifter, bringer of peace   It’s a shame that it only happens this late at night I know Maybe it’s just a reminder of just how far, just how far I have to go??..   Break down mellow out, Build up, stop?   How can I sleep when this spirit holding me is giving me strength? Knowing that I’m growing stronger and wiser with every breath I breathe And Oh at the same time I’m living so foolishly Keeping you my secret sweet Jesus, what kind of man does that make me?

We Fell In Love

Fascinating and holding the wine folded white satin three candles make perfect light given the dark skies that lingered outside we sipped smiling and slipped into sweet Summer shine that night it stormed in New Mexico A train jumped the tracks in Berlin and gas prices jumped up three cents a gallon again and we fell in love We're free to ride horses but some say it's better to not they say, "Don't bother taming what's really more pleasant to watch." So I gave up looking just bout the time she began looking around for a friend and a lover, a man. I played and sang "Sweet Emotion" with blue-jeans a t-shirt a stain never once thought that me and this cute little thing would fall in love

The Last Hour of the Day

Time is slowing down I can’t stand no more Why is the last hour the longest of the day I got some things to do I got someone to see Big boss man are you hearing? me?   I’ve been pushing? papers around with the eraser of a pencil long over chewed Bit my last nail off right as the clock struck two Hey man I’m bugging dude!   See all my life I’ve been free living free styling? now look at me in this two-piece suit And I’ve got a woman like candy to my eyes And I’m sick of looking at you!   Well it’s the last hour of the day I got to get away I got to go right now don’t think I can wait Big Boss man can I leave this one here till Monday.? Yeah? I thought that’s what you’d say   I have this fantasy Tell me what you think Friday afternoon at the end of the longest week I take off early let’s say an hour or so Pull in the driveway nice and slow   Open the front door fight off the Labrador Straighten my hair with a comb Take in a deep breath put down my brief case And scream at the top of my lungs   HONEY I?M HOME!   Clean blue eyes and dirty blonde hair Delicate hand of her perfume hangs in the air Pretty high cheekbones perforated smile.   In come boss man in the middle of my daydream talking? bout: ?Um Yeah do you have that Davis file??

Liquid Melancholy

Five to ten they walk on in Heads held high as they proceed They wave their hands (a friendly gesture there) They sit down in front of me.   And I throw shots like a juggler in a freak show. If they notice, do they care? Does this title I’ve worked hard to achieve.. brand me the source of their disease?   These human beings I stand right between them and a Liquid melancholy wall Another one bites the dust and another one falls I just keep it up, until the last call.   All I do, is take that money All I do is leave the wine. And what they do, after the barter What they do just suits me fine. ?(but please) Don’t think that I’m trying? to bring them down (no. that aunt me) I just fill the emptiness That builds up around their souls (when they’ve been cheated) By some other nemesis.

Second Street Mystery

Once again I see you standing there Second Street (on the left) They skies they do look threatening Got your new umbrella there. All I want is to see her Sound asleep in my bed But words can choke these feelings so.. I’ll sit back down instead   So why should I waste time tearing out these words that exist in my mind Bottled up like wine alone, collecting dust Waiting for a time much less dangerous You’re a mystery I don’t even know your name Yet I love you.. so let’s keep it that way.   So what do I do with this flower? She lives in my window sill. And if I picked her for personal pleasure I surely would have killed Should I throw back the shutters And give her all I possess and take a chance on loosing? I think I’ll save my breath.

The Well I'm Building

Staring in full view of the vendors and venues The carnival of parables and cowboy clichés. Heard some more than once I.. believe I’ve heard them all I’m un-amused, smiling, building a wall   Endless directions, countless corrections Holding, molding, unfolding every day. On a much smaller scale I feel just like Paul I’m looking up at him the one who holds it all.   Diamond rings don’t cost a dime where I’m going now we’ll get that stuff for free I’m looking up from the well I’m building And the light above is all that I can see I’m looking up.   The world on the outside is tripping in mid-stride Careless, selfish, and hopeless in faith. Looking down on me but, I just shake ?me off. I pity them I’m in fear for them, they’re only lost. So be firm and consistent, patiently persistent Be joyful, fruitful, be faithful and straight. Keep on constructing keep on adding on The bricks of instructions, the wisdom. Lessons from God.

The Junction

Blue-grass fills the room I get there just in time Pay the lady at the door “Mary, whiskey please.” Time slips away Mary seems to be just a bit depressed Lord how can she feel this way Look who’s on the stage: The Coal Miner’s Daughter’s Quartet Down in the Junction with Mary and whiskey Everyone’s hop-skipping jumping around You should have been there I’m sorry you missed it She was the only one there feeling down. The whiskey gets to me so suddenly The walls begin to breathe Mary’s got to work tonight Serving whiskey beer and wine And time slips away And every body knows she don’t like to smile I tried my best to cheer her up But she aint like the rest of us you see Smiling just aint her style Down in the Junction with Mary and whiskey Everyone’s hop-skipping jumping around You should have been there I’m sorry you missed it She was the only one there feeling down. She’s down at the Junction