Honeyspot Rd.

Twenty-eight hours straight, shifting in my chair.
We blinked at the sign for Honeyspot Rd.
As fast as we passed it by.
The simple vastness of the Midwest
Not too far behind, the simple vastness
Of the ocean not too far down the dotted line.

And, so, we celebrate with a cigarette
And start to feel the buzz of the birds
and of the bees
Just whisper to the open air and we are free.

The little prince all bow and tongue tied
On his little comet, just beside his
little lamb all calm and quiet.
from 80 to 40 to 25, we stop. In the simple vastness of the rush hour
Traffic block.

But it won't slow us down, we are free
And I guess we'll have to rely on the birds
And on the bees, give me one more mile and
We will be….home.

Synonym

I’ve found my synonym, we are our own words
But we mean the same thing
If I’m the sponge you’ve got me soaked
If I’m the white then you’re the yolk
You’re the heart of my artichoke

Here we’re stuck, spellbound and moonstruck
Plucked from the spotlight of our separate lives
We are a knot that’s tightly tied, the harder you tug
At either side, the harder to divide

And you can look us up under each other
And you will find, we define each other

Lean on Life

Dissatisfied summer again
In sleeves too warm for the weather.
And the horns of the heat are charging me
And I feel my feet sunk deep in this concrete
My spirits low like my wages,
And the pages turning
Dark, like the end
Of another day, behind me
Reminding me…

Of when I leaned on life before it leaned on me.

Labored hours to labored years
But I’m still here, the only difference
Is I’m starting to care.
This callous, time created
Hardened hand and hardened days

So I’ll go about my business
And do my time, my life sentence
of a different kind.
Prison walls build so thick by my
Hardened hands and hardened days
Behind me reminding me…
Of when I leaned on life before it leaned on me.

A little more than nothing

I am nothing and you are far away
the past is nothing closer or
we can change.
So if we start, where we are,
everyday and forget nothing,

alright…

We are nothing, next to everything
And the universe is something
And we’ll make our place
But we can’t take a bow, just yet
And if I need a hand, maybe you can
give it.

And I am nothing, and all I want
Is a little something that you can give
I don’t want it all, just a little piece is all…
To make me just a little more
than nothing

I don’t want everything
I just want a little something
If its alright to make me
A little more than nothing.

Far End

Can you hear the drizzle on the glass?
It makes me wonder what you ask
And I feel and I fear the walls
are closing in, maybe this time
I’ll find my piece of mind, ‘cause I say

This is not the end, I refuse to sit down and pretend.
So I will sing until my eyes begin to swell
And I will not get caught in your hurricane
Not this time.

And I’m reminded of advice that I once heard
Which at the time seemed absolutely absurd
“I need to cage myself, cage myself in freedom.”
Don’t let me down, don’t let me down,
Please don’t put me down ‘cause I said

This is not the end, I refuse to close my eyes and pretend
So I will scream until my heart’s on fire
And maybe one day quench my desire,
Still burns

I see myself in the far end of a room
In the future sometime sharing me with you
and sometimes I think you may be right
but I know I need to spread my wings to take flight

This is not the end, I refuse to close my eyes and pretend
So I will sing until my heart’s desire
and maybe one day put out the fire
that still burns.

Old Glory

Here comes old glory again, our old new found friend
Proud to be who we are now that things have come this far
Does it stand for a land or loved one’s lost
What is the cause and what is the cost
Of our glory?

If I look confused its because I am
Not unaware but because I understand
That both the ends and the means justify the land

I’m proud of the one on the moon and the one in the classroom
The one on the old country store where it means a little more
Than superpower
Not proud of the one on the wing of the f-16
Or the one on the sleeve of the u.s. marine
With guns drawn

Chorus

Here comes old glory again and again and again
What is the cause and what is the cost
Of our glory?

To See me

That wasn’t happiness to see me
I said “how about surprise”…to see you
Blooming in the light of the Wright
stainedglass window, standing beside myself
I’m alone and so am I, as everything will be
the cars they hum along, in the dugout
of the afternoon, damp and grey
and I need some time to come back to you
I need my time to come, I need some time
to come back to you I need my time to come

silent fingers turn the doorknob followed by
silent footsteps that climb..climb and climb
To quiet hinges, they climb to hide
and when you walk into the room and think
that I am scared, remember when I’m in that
room I’m not really there
I’m a killer with no alibi and that’s
a silly line, but I’ll throw it in there anyway
I feel just fine
you weren’t happy to leave me, but I wasn’t
the least bit surprised.

Angels and Astronauts

Does this annoy you?
The tapping of this machine.
Because I want to type these things
That cling to mind.
Ridiculous, continuous babble
Sneaking through the walls and on
Through the window

Chorus 1:
The philosopher astronaut, to the pious
surgeon,"there's not a God
in the heavens I have traveled."
And the surgeon to the astronaut,
"I've seen the Brain but not a thought."
So how do you explain?
We don't we just remain the same.

Does this annoy you?
These things that cling and stretch to climb.
a calculated accident, waiting for the right
Time to fall.
We sit around so civilized always remember
to cross our T's and our eyes

Chorus 2:
Is is animal or vegetable or mineral today
Is it upside down or in between it doesn't
Matter any way, the river to the ocean flows
To fertile depths below, I’ll never stop
I’ll never quit fighting the undertow.

Once will suffice

Life is strange, things tend to rearrange
But some things…never change

time is now and here
And sometimes it doesn’t feel so near
And some days I just cannot find it any where
And life is so nice
if I had the chance I’d definitely do it twice
but I know that just once will suffice