The sky is falling. Meet the UFO's. There's bombs and then there's wars. The people are faceless. They're leaving this town. The skay is falling. They
Oh so close yet so far away. Green horizon over bends and turns. I'm killing me to get to you. I've reached my last point of view. (I can't help myself
Shifting as I lie beside you. Warmed by all the love that moves you. I wish I was some wonderful guy. Left alone with no great honor. Drinking in my tears
Oh to find some peace of mind rest for the soul. Drifting out invitingly she welcomes me. Caressed by your hand hearing warm gales low. I am so relieved
Walking down a country road. Picking up a pebble and throw. You're finally moving. Basketball killed your sentiment. I'll race you there and say I never
No sounds yet echoes in the room. Loud voices telling lies to their own truth. Here's something for you to write down in your journal. (Never wanted to
Pin that rose high. Watch it fly. Heard them laughing. Watered eye. You keep running. Slow motion. You keep flying. Cut that string. You can't make bread
Well I used to be a young kid. A really dumb kid. Racing bikes around the block for the neighborhood props. In Wyoming yeah. Was it all that bad. There
Beauty frogs and princes dance as one. These words are further from the truth than ignorant. Boxers squaring off in manly fervor. To think the last one
Held by cobwebs. Breathed the dirty morning air. Hear the writing. From the poet's pen laid bare. And I would reach to you. If I could lift my hands.
The little people in my head. They push me down and make me mad. I can't stand the way they look. Some blue meanie stole my books. But I'm OK some bad
