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Late Bloomer-

 

Don’t condescend my kind young friend and shelter me from despair

I’ve been living in this world full long and I’ve had more than my share

Cause maybe I’m a late bloomer when it comes to raising hell

But you can bet I have my own war stories to tell

They say that pretty is as pretty does, well it’s not true now and it never was

 

Don’t pipe up from the backseat and try to navigate while I drive

I’ve seen more miles of black ice than the days you’ve been alive

Now maybe I’m a late bloomer when it comes to making time

But I know your route like the back of my hand and I ‘m bent on traveling mine

They say it’s better to fail than not try at all, but would you climb that high if you knew you’d fall

 

But I have seen the road ahead and I can navigate its curves and bends

And I can change direction with the sudden shifting of the winds

 

So I won’t be using your false freedom as a port in my storm

That siren call don’t mean a thing to those who’ve been forewarned

Cause maybe I’m a late bloomer when it comes to sailing high seas

But I’m used to traveling on my own and I’m going where I please

They say that wisdom comes going down the hill, but what you don’t know now you never will

Berlin-

 

She rides upon her bicycle, scarf blowing in the breeze

I’m struck with such regret to see a spirit look so free

You’d never know to look at her that she and I are kin

And I wish that I could tell that to that young woman riding the streets of Berlin

 

I thought I’d be a gypsy queen and travel the world round

Chase my dreams down one by one and never settle down

But girlhood dreams are soon eclipsed by daylight streaming in

And I wish that I could tell that to that young woman riding the streets of Berlin

 

A string of hopes unravel when there’s promises to keep

And some days have been darkened , merely walking in my sleep

But would I do it differently if I did it all again

I wish that I could tell that to that young woman riding the streets of Berlin


A woman’s life’s divided by the shadows passing by

If she claims not to see them then she’s telling you a lie

It’s one side or the other on that you can depend

And I wish that I could tell that to that young woman riding the streets of Berlin


The world it turns so slowly that we hardly sense the spin

We don’t know where we’re going ‘til right before we reach the end

There’s not enough days in the bank for us to freely spend

But I don’t need to tell that to that old woman walking the streets of Berlin

Wrong Place-


Wrong place, wrong time

Wrong color, child of mine

Wrong name, wrong voice

Wrong turn if you even had a choice

Wrong street that you drove down

Wrong side of the wrong town

Young man, new car

Fast driving cause that’s just who you are

Flashing lights , siren sound

Black boy just needs to slow down

Sharp words , hot night

Scared people panic and fright

Loud noise blood red

Another black boy lying dead

Angry town crowds rage

Simple headline on a crowded front page

Tempers flare, mothers grieve

Another story don’t know who to believe

Long Night Dark Day

Whole town’s crazy everybody has to have their say

Right’s wrong, wrong’s right

Another black boy didn’t get home last night

Pleasure of Your Company-

Standing by the windowsill waiting for your car

Doesn’t seem like time goes by as slow for you

What do you do that makes you late- you always are

What don’t I do that makes me wait for you

 

Why are mine the noisy insecurities and fears

Why is yours the silence without sympathy

Why am I the one reducing happiness to tears

Why a sacrifice each day you give to me

 

I’ll take the blame it’s the way I play the game

And playing games never seemed like fun to me

I played along for the pleasure of your company

 

You’ve been the only one who could inspire me to song

I have never had an ear for harmony

I’ve been trying to keep up with the music for so long

Melodies that always seem to run from me

 

But I’ve played along and I’ve tried to right the wrong

With a beat that almost felt like spite to me

I played along for the pleasure of your company

 

You’re the one who claims to draw me pictures of your soul

I’m the one whose shadows take the light from you

I’m the half that never can be captured as a whole

Most of me is hidden in plain sight from you

 

But we’ve had good times and I’ve colored in between the lines

Candid pictures never looked quite right to me

I’ve painted them in the pleasure of your company

Summer Solstice-


It was just a short time lately

About a month ago

When I saw your truck go rollin’ past

You were drivin’ kind of slow

 

Did you see me waving at you

Did you hear me call your name.

Though you didn’t look my way at all

It was you there all the same

 

Were you lookin’ for your old love

Or were you hoping to find a friend

Were you thinking you’d start up something new

Or just trying to make amends?

 

I am sitting on the front porch

But I am not waiting for you

As the summer solstice draws out the day

I am just enjoying the view

 

For tomorrow will not be as long

And the next day shorter still

And I have no time to sit and wait

For that truck coming up the hill

 

Well the moon has finally risen

And it’s back inside I go

As I turn the porch light off I spy

Your truck going by real slow

 

But I’m weary at the close of day

So I’ll step inside old friend

Just drive that truck back home tonight

As the summer solstice ends

Sad Fool with a Gun-
 

I could say it was just another day

And the sad part is its true

Our tragedies reveal themselves

As sure as triumphs do

I hadn’t cause to think that way

With the rising of the sun

I’d no idea what lay in store

As my day had begun

But the moment that I heard the shots

I knew the path ahead

Someone maybe I myself

Would soon be lying dead

Cause that’s the way it happens

Once that kind of day’s begun

If you find yourself connected

To a sad fool with a gun

I’d seen his face a time or two

And always said hello

I wouldn’t think him of that type

But you never really know
 

Because they’re really all the same

When that awful day is done

And hard to know just who’s to blame

For a sad fool and his gun

Before the day was over

I lived his madness too

I bled his fear and anger

Long after he was through


I’m stlll around to tell that tale

That you’ve often heard before

Everybody knows it so well

Not listening anymore


And that’s the way it happens

Once this kind of things begun

When you find yourself connected

To a sad fool and his gun

Well’s Run Dry-

 

I waited so long for you to come around

I kept hope alive when they all talked me down

I bet my whole life on the promises you made

And I never stayed bitter on the times I was betrayed

 

And many times, many they will ask me why

Do I keep coming back for just one more try

But still I keep going up the hill with a sigh

When I get to the well, then the well’s run dry

 

I loved you for so long and told them so

They all tried to tell me I had to let you go

I saw what they saw but I still held on

To better times to days long gone

 

And many times, many they would ask me why

Did I keep coming back for just one more try

But still I keep going up the hill with a sigh

When I get to the well, then the well’s still dry

 

The road that you traveled was lonely and rough

And one day I’d finally had enough

The farewell I bid you was cruel it’s true

I lost my faith in finding you

 

So many times, many I asked myself why

Did I keep coming back for just one more try

But still I kept going up the hill with a sigh

When I got to the well, then the well was dry.

 

Did you ever get weary of sorrow?

just draining your life away?

Did you ever pray for tomorrow, only to wake up

to another damned day?

 

We never did see each other again

You ran your course till the bitter end

Now I see your face in my darkest nights

And grieve the battle you had to fight

 

And many times many I ask myself why

I didn’t come back for one more try

Now look at me going up the hill with a sigh

When I get to the well, then the well’s still dry.

Tired Old World-


You press my hand and we’ll dance in the darkness

The moonlight may just light our way

Silently gliding past our fellow partners

They none of em have much to say

 

Dancing along past the shadows and scenes

A bittersweet, cool serenade

This tired old world is slipping away

 

An old lullaby as we tip toe on by

The sweet violin in our ears

Mellow the music that bathes all our senses

And moves us to truest of tears

 

Dancing along past the shadows and scenes

A bittersweet, cool serenade

This tired old world is slipping away

 

As we waltz on the deck of our vessel

The wind rushes ‘round us so free

The river bank beckons- the band’s playing

“Nearer my God to thee ,Nearer my God to thee”

And this tired old world is slipping away

 

Finally the host peeks his head round the corner

To see if the old crowd has gone

Only a few holding watch on the terrace

Hoping to break in the dawn

 

No one need tell us the party is over

And nobody asks us to stay

As this tired old world is slipping away.

Some People-

Some people are hard to get and others are hard to take

Some people are all about using and others are on the make

Some people are style over substance and others are made of stone

Most people are not like you- you’re in a class of your own

Some people are always the wise guy and others always the fool

Some people are hot under the collar and others just way too cool

Some people are headed for the heights and others for a hole in the ground

Most people are not like you- you’re the best damn person around

Some people are all about the dealing while others are about the deal

Some people are all about spieling and others are about the spiel

Some people are rough around the edges and others smooth as a southern drawl

Most people are not like you- that’s why I love you best of all
 

Some people are slick as can be, while others are rather crude

Some people are sour grapes while others are simply stewed

No matter what some people are here’s the point I’m trying to make

Most people are not like you and that’s why you take the cake
 

If I don’t say it enough, you still must believe it’s true

I’m sure glad that all those people aren’t with me instead of you

Some people aren’t grateful enough for who’s standing by their side

I’m not like some people and in that I take some pride

 

Some people are wild cards while others are a losing hand

Some people are just downright impossible to understand

Some people ain’t the one people who always seems to come through

That’s why I thank my lucky stars that my only people is you

Lone Star-

 

Well he wore his hat like he wore his welcome

‘Til it was bare down to the thread

And he never took much notice of how it fit his head

Cause sometimes a hat can keep you warm

Or shelter you from the sun

But a Lone Star wears it as a warning

Like a lawman wears his gun


 

Well a poor man will tell you his troubles

And a rich man will tell you lies

But a Texans just tells you about Texas and all that that implies

 

Well he loves his home like a mama lion and no woman can compare

He’s traveled the whole world over without getting anywhere

He claims he’s going back one day and he’ll never leave again.

But he’s just singing a tired old song that ain’t got no refrain.

 

Well a lover will sing about loving

And a loser will sing about loss

But a Texan sings about Texas and he bears it like a cross

 

Well you knew one day he would be gone and you didn’t really mind

Sometimes the worst companion is of the lone star kind

The cowboy needs his illusions like an anchor needs its boat

And dreams is all that’s keeping that poor lone star ship afloat

 

Well the old they have their memories

And the young they have their fun

But the Texan he has Texas

And that’s his setting sun

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