Life: Here & Now II

Did you think you could get very far With your complicated answers Begging for wishes in my tip jar Going straight to the bottom line There's no payout, no return on this Investment that you've been banking Oh, you're going to be pissed Reading the official statement

Here it goes again I find my self blundering into something I've never proven I can do. I had been hopin' That all of my wandering Would have given me the courage I need to

demands for evidence almost always precede apologies and follow flashes of doubt and mistrust then we whip out the sanctioned documentation of our true intent flash it around thump it down slide it (magstripe left, please) protesting the whole affair as quite unneeded when I needed reassurance, you simply showed up waited patiently listened carefully smiled gently spoke softly and poured grace upon whom grace was needed I know you This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License

It was tender, it was slow There was no need to rush And in a moment we would know In a moment loud with hush Deep in the soul, waters trembled It could have been the glance Or perhaps it was more Than what appeared as happenstance There standing at the door While deep in the soul, waters trembled  This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License

It's some sort of denial, I've got to believe That makes me try to forget When I really ought to grieve

Put me in charge, watch me go I can't think of anything I don't know I'm going ahead with or without the flow Just because I can Give me the reins; so I can shout 'yeehaw' Give me the wheel of this million-dollar car Up or down, I can take this far It's who I am

I can't begin to say all the things i have in here all the things that I love the things that I fear all the pain I've created all the times that I'm elated simply by seeing You smile

Waking up in the morning to the 'larm clock Racing to get my favorite asphalt parkin spot Wishing I was somewhere else Could put this life on the cosmic shelf And follow that no-trail across the range

We played on the hot asphalt Bursting black bubbles under the August sun Dirt clod grenades And willow-wand swords and some imagination Made us soldiers, made us spies Rescuing damsels who were on the run In the small town we called home