Volunteer State

Insanity of the day sets in
It’s a merry-go round that never ends
And it’s never merry
Except for your friends
Who help you when your day begins
Who help you when your day ends
It’s a purple fire truck
Garbage bag raincoats
Friends who help you out when you’re stuck
And yell with you until there is a scratching in your throat
It’s the friends I’ll miss the most
It’s why I’ve stayed this long I suppose

user error

A robot
Programmed to act
Will walk off a cliff
If told it was the right track

hangin' out

folding chair, texas sun, miller lite in one hand, burgers on the grill.... swimming pool

3-6-06

I need an ear that hasn’t heard the story
I want a party for the wounded
I need no regrets
I want a friend I haven’t met yet

I need a song
One I could sing
I want a player
Who can strum along
And understand this song

I need a break from the ordinary
I want a ride to the end of the west
I need a place that I can bury
These feelings into the dust

It’s a run down car
It’s a broken heart
It’s the edge of the sky
It’s the choice between living and dying

Texas

Tift says after a broken heart
You’re ready for a brand new start
And then
You can move on again
I call up all my friends
Talk about where we’ve been
And how
It was way back when

I make brand new plans
Allow time for my heart to mend
And time
For my mind to understand

But for now
Here I am
Thinking of you
You again
Drink down
To you my friend
It’ll be for what might have been

My heart belongs to Texas
that’s just the way it is
I’ll go
But it’s a place I will miss
Somethings just do not last
and you can’t live in the past
so now
I will raise up a glass

And now, Here I am
Thinking of you
You again
Drink down
To you my friend
It’ll be for what might have been

And my oh my
How the days go by
And everything seems to change
Everything’s here
Then everything’s there
And I’m forced to rearrange
But when I think of how
My life should be right now
I’m forced by the good Lord to just smile
And when I’m feeling down
‘cause I cannot figure it out
that’s alright I’ll get it in a while
that’s alright, man, I’ll get it in a while

But for now
Here I am
Thinking of you
You again
Drink down
To you my friend
It’ll be for what might have been

Beaded Sunlight

Beaded sunlight
Running water
Cuts like knives in this place

Empty highway
Moonless sky
Let me wipe the tears from your face

It is my time to get away
It is my time to fly away
Just chisel away the stone
Start digging the grave for me

Down off the roadside
Through the shadowed trees is where they built her room
Down off the waterside
She’s going to sleep well tonight

Hey it’s my time to get away
It’s my time to fly away
Just chisel away the stone
Start digging the grave for me

Cause the fences that I’ve built are too high to climb
And the crowding dusk is closing in
The weeds are growing and the sinners are digging
Away…
Away…
Away…
Away my grave

It’s my time to get away
Yes it’s my time to fly away
Just chisel away the stoneCause I’ve been left here for days all alone…