Time is such and amazing thing.
It runs like a train on a track and it never goes back.
We race with it and always lose.
You can never catch it, and you can’t even choose, the way it will move.
Yearly Archives: 2011
Traffic
Once again I can see the sky.
A simple thing and the clouds drifting by.
It means so much to the feeling inside.
I don’t know why.
My heart flies free as the traffic flies by.
Prelude
I hear it distant in the wind.
That old tune it plays again.
Don’t know why it never ends.
I hear it calling me again.
I am a gypsy on the fly.
Dont’t know why I do not die.
I’ll be your hero once again.
I just keep playing for the wind.
I hear it floating in the wind.
My whole world changes again.
Don’t know why it does not end.
I just keep playing for the wind
Just give me one more chance to play.
I know I’ve wasted many days.
I’ve been lost out in the rain.
Please believe me I have changed.
Wind and rain plays tunes for me.
Rain washes this world so clean.
Gives me one more chance to dream.
Bring those good times back to me.
For the wind I play my tunes.
Then the sea it playes for me.
When the sky opens deep blue.
Then my spirit flying free.
Skipping
If I could fly like the wind,
I would run to the sea and throw my self in.
Like a rock,
Skip the waves.
Skip along through a sunny day.
Reflection
Doing a lot more praying these days.
Don’t know if it works any better.
Never had to much to say, could wrote it in a letter.
I see my self looking back in the mirror.
I wonder how did I get in there.
How did I end up in that body.
such a rough little package of despair.
Fanaticisim
All this fanaticism is all in your mind.
All this crazy religion is all in your mind.
Don’t you know god is all in your mind.
Every thing you need is all in your mind.
Glimpse
Capture the world in a glimpse like the cameras flash.
Delusion sets in and I’m losing again.
The days burn and with the dark comes the endless night.
I feel the fever building inside.
Is there anyone going to help, any one at all.
Can anyone see what I see like the writing on the wall.
Days come and go like the waves don’t you know.
Time flows over me like the pebbles in the sea.
To many years I spent chasing around the sun,
Hating my life like a dead man hates the gun.
Change seems to be the way and then rearrange the rest,
or just change it all sometimes I like that the best.
I can’t live my life running under the gun.
You got to wake up your demon and make him run.
The one inside you can run with the best.
You’ve got the power of god right in your chest.
The old witch said to me, the wheel turns again.
Generations later and I’m still playing in this band.
Nothing I can say to turn their heads around.
I’ll just keep on playing till they burn it all down.
It’s hard to restart life after the world has changed it.
put it all back and maybe even rearrange it.
That little guy inside you can set you free.
Like the sand and the sea, he’s changing me.
Demon
Demon in the rainbow bless this old guitar.
Like the wings of a white dove it has carried me this far.
Its been my wind and song, my storm, my calm.
In the darkest night it was my light.
My only true love against impossible odds
Just like the love,
Between the demon and the white dove.
Wishing On A Star
It was so very strange just the day before.
So many times I used to wonder just who we are.
Didn’t ever really think we would get this far.
But you wouldn’t know to see us there wishing on a star.
Once again off we ran like two wheels on the road.
A love born to run like a mighty river flows.
Nothing stands against the tide.
This love was bound to be.
Between the queen of illusion and the keeper of the key.
I was a warrior,
she was the queen.
I am just the keeper of the magic in the string.
We are no more or less than you might dream.
Queen of illusion and the keeper of the keys.
So once again here we are like two wheels on the road.
So many chances for it to change but on and on we go.
So hard to see just where the end of the road may be,
for the queen of illusion and the keeper of the key.
Better Days
Rock & roll has seen so many better days.
Everybody screaming all sounds the same to me.
I wish that I were free.