Vagabond's Farewell

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Too long a time 'tween me and gone

and my soul collects dust on a shelf

Somehow the road just feels like home

… turns me back into myself

I long for the hum of my tires on the road

And the lure of a brand new view

And since this road just feels like my home

I'll go … with or without you

But how can you ever miss me

If you never let me go

They say if you love me, set me free

If you don't, you'll never know

I long for the feel of my feet on the shore

And the crash of the surf in my ear

I'd love you to come, but since you won't go

I'll kiss you and leave you right here

So I'm up when dawn's on the horizon

And long gone by the time the sun breaks

And nothing but dust in a gentle breeze

by the time you finally awake

Seth and May

She said we put a little something by
For when the days come hard
But as for today, I will sing

He strummed and said there's no gold watch
At the end of thirty years of this
But as for today, I will sing

They sang its easy to die poor these days
Harder to die happy
But that's the kind of work we're willing to do
its easy to die poor these days
Harder to die happy
But that's the kind of work we're willing to do

She looked into his big brown eyes
And sang the song within her heart
And he played his song for her the whole day through

One gold band on her left hand
A silver band on his
They made their love into their music and they gave it to you

Because its easy to die poor these days
Harder to die happy
But that's the kind of work they're willing to do
its easy to die poor these days
Harder to die happy
But that's the kind of work we're willing to do

Providence

A surprise check arrived in the daily mail
And then a brand new bill to pay
I thought the old man'd be upset
Till I overheard him say

"How blessed I am
That the Lord provides
Always in the nick of time
I know that I can count on Him
Ain't Providence divine"

His truck broke down on a dusty road
Coming back home from town
He grinned as the sun broke right through the rain
And picked some flowers on his way, sayin'

"How blessed I am
That the Lord provides
Always in the nick of time
I know that I can count on him
Ain't Providence divine"

His wife was near her mortal end
Full of rising pain and fear
And the Lord he took her life that day
And brought her spirit near

I thought that this would be the day
My friend's faith would lose its light
But he said to me "it was answered prayers
That the Lord ended her fight

How blessed I am
That the Lord provides
Always in the nick of time
I know that I can count on Him
Ain't Providence divine"

Writer's block

Staring at a blank page
Pen in hand, devoid of rage
Or hurt or joy or anything
To write, and maybe later sing

Emotion is a writer's fuel
To just go numb feels rather cruel
Emptiness ain't good for me,
my music, or my poetry

Let go

I'm letting go
Of feeling like I need to know
Which way the dice will roll
I'm releasing all control

Cuz I never had it anyway
Its just another of the games we play
Pretending like we make the rules
Beneath it all we all are fools

The earth still turns
And the sun still burns
Not hastened by my hurry
Or bogged down by my worry

The stars, they stay
way up in the sky
Cuz they're not held there by you or I
(they're not held there by you or I)

Everything
is in its rightful place
Created and sustained by Grace
(Created and sustained by Grace)

So just let go
Of feeling like you need to know
Which way the dice will roll
You can just release control

Cuz you never had it anyway
Its just another of the games we play
Pretending like we make the rules
Beneath it all we all are fools

So just let go

Breathe me in

He reaches for me
in the middle of the night
he's still asleep
and yet he pulls me tight

against his skin
he breathes me in

I used to think
how long can this thing last
but before I blinked
it seems the decades passed

but time moves along
soon he'll be gone
and there's nothing to do
but keep on keeping on

Soon I'll reach for him
in the middle of the night
he won't be there
to sigh and pull me tight

against his skin
or breathe me in

Crazy Talk

I got a restless mind
and a troubled heart
my meds aren't working yet
I wish they'd start

Pills don't work for everybody
but they usually work for me
It keeps the prison of this illness away
and lets me live like I'm free

But every week is different
and no two days are the same
and sometimes there's nothing you can do
but say the meds are to blame

When you got a restless mind
and a troubled heart
and your meds aren't working yet
but you pray they'd start

I made a visit to the doc today
I don't know why, cuz I knew what he'd say
"We gotta get the dose to where it'll work
so you can stop being a jerk"

My reality can be a strange fiction
but I don't have a drug addiction
I do take some but that's okay
Because I only take what the doctors say

But I still got a restless mind
and a troubled heart
my meds aren't working yet
I wish they'd start

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