I’ll give of myself till there’s nothing left And ask you to fill me back up again. Because all that I am is a vessel exchanged between your hands And that which is making me whole again. So leave, leave the door open Leave, leave the door open And we’ll welcome theContinue reading “Leave the Door Open”
And we’re walking In step To the beat of asphalt As the blue light In windows Pass us by. And I’m watching In silence Movies Of a life That isn’t mine.
A song written for Uncle Simon’s Musical Book Club. Inspired by The Alchemist, by Paulo Coelho. Em G D A (Bm, C) /// When I was young I wanted all that I have now. When I was you I knew this truth that I’d get here somehow This is better than any place I’ve been beforeContinue reading “Settle”
thanks for calling it off first even though it really hurt and all those red flags that were blinding me showed it would never work
Meet me at the corner Of lonely and depressed Where indecisiveness Never seems to rest Meet me in the dark When the world stops to sigh Where you read the wrong thing When you look me in the eye Meet me in the silence When the neighborhood is sleeping When the stars areContinue reading “We Were Different People Then”
I didn’t get a chance to be your lover and you could hardly even say that we were friends and what we found when we were finally together well it was always inevitable and I can’t say that it was all a waste of time but there are nights i don’t replay inContinue reading “Inevitable”
To missed calls Maybe laters Separate cars Where your twitter feed is the only way I know about your day
1. Walk through the tall iron gate, to the edge of the cobblestone. Look up before you cross. Place phone in pocket. Make eye contact with the driver. Cross with dignity and grace. Like you’re Kate Middleton. Because she’s always got somewhere to be. 2. Slight left and up one, two, three concrete steps. PassContinue reading “Walking Home”
Cluttered Up Claire
Was worse for the wear
As she dragged all her likes through the air . . .
Wrote this for my sister a while ago, but can’t find the journal with original lyrics and chords, so still working it out. ——————— G, C, D (1) This house is bare and lonesome We used to fill it with our harmonies But I haven’t heard your voice in weeks in weeks Kept waiting for youContinue reading “Knew to Love You Better”
An ode to our sweet countryside ——————— in G progression or C, D, Em7, A Howl at the red moon As stars burn to morning blaze Count not the hours Count, no count not the days Following dancing rivers Chasing setting suns Until we reach, until we reach that ocean side Chorus: OhContinue reading “Red Moon”
You were a boy from California who fell in love with a girl She hailed from these Ozark hills We were wary travelers searching for the greater good and time, it stood, still And we talked for hours over whiskey sours about Jesus and our families You had your heritage but you could notContinue reading “Baltimore”
Profile I need a job. One that is respectable and puts me on a good track of what my parents deem “gainful employment.” Please, just hire me. Experience Yes. Education Yes. Skills Yes. References Trust me.
A snippet from Wakefield Christmas. At the theologian’s table. On church growth. “You know where this all got started–when churches decided to take down that ‘attendance today’ sign. When we remodeled the church in —- somehow that sign got misplaced. People are lookin’ all over for that sign. I got asked ‘where’d that sign go?’Continue reading “Grandad”