Everybody

Everybody falls in time
the heroes leading the charge
the ones following behind
the innocent bystanders
those guilty of the crimes
the ones who love every minute
the ones who hate it all
we don’t know the hour or day
we just know we’re going to fall

We try not to think about it
take precious moments for granted
let molehills and mountains trade identities
hold on to views too slanted
but reminders come hard and fast
grand finales go bust
as hard as we might resist
we all go back to dust

So live it like you mean it
even when it’s hard to do
maybe it will mean something
when you’re finally through

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Ride, Anyway

Some rides end
in cozy garages
some go into
a blazing sunset
some end up
in muddy ditches
or all tangled in a net

But you can’t judge a ride
by how it ends,
you have to judge it
by where it’s been.

Exceptional

There’s a pretty common conception
that every rule has it’s exception
and if you’re the exception to the rule
odds are you’re exceptionally cool

so we look for rules we can rise above
hoping someone will decide to love
what the world sees as a shortcoming
someone who sees what you’re becoming

We all like to think we’re different
but we’re not as different as we like to think
the treasures that we think we have
can all disappear in a blink

Whoever is hanging on your limb
likely knows just how you feel
Say hello, but don’t let go
is a pretty good rule to follow

We Roll

Too much too soon
too little too late
conditions suggesting
you’re not doing that great
but if you can avoid
a fatal mistake
you’ll be amazed
at the memories you make

That’s how we roll
down the road to ruin
we don’t even pretend
to know what we’re doin’
Love when you can
rest when you must
because all too soon
we’re returning to dust

Some days I try
to do everything right
hoping that I will
sleep better at night
but Life’s big curve balls
take me by surprise
and I don’t know whether
to laugh or to cry

Still not sure how
I got to this age
guess I just keep on
turning the page
try not to surrender
to indiscriminate rage
and always remember
this world’s just a stage

That’s how we roll
down the road to ruin
we don’t even pretend
to know what we’re doin’
Rest when you can
to Love is a must
because all too soon
we’re returning to dust

Prevailing

The prevailing winds prevail
the clouds pale gray in the moonlight
cast shadows on the phosphorescent sea
bright then dark then bright again
like the sorrows between life’s joys
the prevailing winds prevail

Barstool Tonight

Don’t let me die
in the gutter, dear Lord
with the cold rain washing my face
cats and rats sniffing around
that would be a terrible place

And don’t let me die
in a factory, Lord
on a cold dirty concrete floor
where they’d drag me outside
then forget my name
and go back and work some more

If I should die on this bar stool tonight
it probably would be the devil’s delight
Get me to tomorrow,
I swear I’ll do right
Lord, don’t let me die on this bar stool tonight

Don’t let me die in a super store, Lord
with strangers all gathered around
whispering and pointing, and trying
to hear what might be my last sound

Don’t let me die in my sleep, dear Lord
unnoticed and all alone
remaining undiscovered until
I quit answering the phone

If I should die on this bar stool tonight
it probably would be the devil’s delight
get me to tomorrow,
I swear I’ll do right
but don’t let me die on this barstool tonight

Maybe in the arms of a lover, Lord
on a beach or by a pure waterfall
a little reminder on my way out
of the beauty of it all

Living Small

Eating peanut butter and jelly
keeps hunger pangs
from my belly
a bowl of hot chicken noodle
warms me to the bone
it doesn’t take much
to get by when
you’re on your own

complicated wants and needs
leave one susceptible to greed
covetousness and what not
so I try to be happy
with the little I’ve got

To make living small
feel like living large
I think I’ll unplug
and recharge