Scribbling in the darkness
Deep into the nite.
Words trying to escape my mind
Flood out into the light.
The sound of the pen against the paper
Breaks the silence in the nite.
In my mind I see the countless scribbles
of countless writers with my plight.
I don’t know where the words come from.
My fingers just want to run.
Like a wolf running with the pack.
I just got to get out in front.
Seems like all my words come from the darkness
Yet I keep searching for the light
I Feel the warm wind on my face
I can hear the earth in flight
I could reach out and touch the moon
While the sun is chasing me around
In the quite darkness I find home
and I’m still searching for that sound
Let the moon light find me
Let the music play
Beat the drums
Let it shake the ground
Till love comes back to stay.
Then we will fly like birds in the sky
We will run till the morning comes
Then we will play all the songs undone
In the early morning mist
we will find true love in a kiss
Angels breathe fire, Children dance long before they walk.
A world filled with desire and now the mechanical demons talk.
I can’t get no higher but the pain just won’t leave.
My preacher is a liar and now my cop is a thief.
While politicians turn traitor, warriors are dying in the street.
Lost children’s faces just remind me of who I used to be.
The haters are my brothers, the lovers are my friends.
They spend their time sitting around making so many endless battle plans.
It’s the same ole news on a different day.
A world gone crazy sometimes too dark to see.
Sometimes the dream gets lost in the fog and the drinks.
Turns out you only see what you wanted to be.
One side is on fire the other may drown.
Might be time to stand me up and get me out of this town.
Sister morphine in my dream don’t you know I need you now.
Get me out of here wake me up somehow.
It’s the same ole story told a different way.
A world gone crazy, tiny heads right on the TV.
The words so cold and the children cry.
Still our warriors are dying lying in the street.
It’s the same ole world as when I was 16.
Something told me you better run and I did not hesitate.
Now i see that I am not alone there are so many like me.
Trust me when I say you know your dream will fade into a reality.
It’s the same ole notes on a different day.
A world gone crazy sometimes too dark to see.
The childhood dream gets lost in the smoke and the trees.
But it turns out you are just who you pretended to be.
Every breath could be the last that I take
Every morning I’m suprised I awake
Let me live just one more day
I’ve got a tune that I just got to play.
And it’s stuck in my head
It’s just got to get out
Don’t bring me down
Cause I’m ready to shout
Every note I play
is a drop of my blood
A stain in time where I once stood.
So many notes left, yet to be
How many drops can be left in me.
Once the notes fell like rain.
I did not care from where they came.
I let them fall where ever they may
On drunken ears talking as I played.
So few left now, I know its true
So please take a note
if I play one for you.
I squeeze the last drops
from this aching hand
Let it calm the storm inside this man
It has all the hope I have left in me.
And I know in the end
it will set me free.
When the last drop falls
you’ll know it’s true.
My greatest joy was to play a tune.
This silence is so deafening just a roar inside my head.
The air so thick around me like a dark churning sea.
This life is heavy on me and sometimes its hard to breath.
I look up in the sky and I can see the stars they move.
I feel the earth turning right beneath my feet.
The time is racing and I feel it losing me.
I stepped back from the edge with just a glimpse inside.
Now the days fly by, but somehow not the nights.
Still my bones ache from the passing of the time.
Dreams fade but somehow not mine.
The burning day is over.
Now it’s time to play.
Some notes like magic falling from a rainbow on a wave.
The moon light shines down on me and turns my night right into day.
I think it makes me stronger and my troubles start to fade.
Cast the tune, let it fill the room.
Let it fly, like and angel’s cry.
Drive that beat right into the night.
Drive me crazy till the morning light.
You were born to rock so pick up the clock.
Gotta get on top of a wave that rolls.
You should know by now, you live to rock.
The clock is ticking now we gotta go.
You know it’s a race.
Can my mind put it together
Before my fingers forget.
I’ve spent my life running.
I just could not get somewhere.
It just quietly came to pass,
I was already there.
I’LL be famous when I’m gone.
Just you wait and see.
I feel it in my bones.
There is a tune inside of me.
A little touch of my hand and
Magic falls from the string.
A couple notes on the wind.
Send a message on the breeze.