Failure to Communicate

You tell me how it should be
you tell me what I should see
you tell me how it all went wrong
you tell me who should not belong
you tell me what’s wrong and right
you tell me that the end is in sight
you tell me
you tell me

I tell you how it should be
I tell you what you should see
I tell you you should not judge
I tell you not to hold a grudge
I tell you we must stretch out our hands
I tell you we should try and understand
I tell you
I tell you

You tell me and I tell you
but there isn’t much that we can do
you tell me and I tell you
too much noise, not much getting through
If you listened to me and I listened to you
we might figure out what is true
you tell me
I tell you
you tell me
I tell you

Conditions

Low in the morning, high in the evening
the thermometer has the right idea
I could be high all the time
if I could only see ya
since that is impossible
I strive for an even keel
I try not to act crazy
even when that’s how I feel

Grandma said, “the devil hates a coward”
but I didn’t want him for a friend
he makes temptation so appealing
it’s hard not to give in
The fires he lights
are hard to extinguish
and the smoke makes it hard
to see your true wish

there’s a weariness that sets in
when you feel burned out
one of those conditions
you can’t do much about
try to get it home
before it crashes
lock yourself in
something may rise from the ashes

Beautiful

We have been warned
that beauty fades
do not believe this lie
beauty evolves
beauty transforms
beauty may develop a patina
retreat below the surface
for self-preservation
to grow richer and deeper
without expectations
like haute cuisine
may require a discriminating palate
like fine art may need
an educated eye
but fade it does not

Somebody, Buddy

His daddy used to beat him just for something to do
so he grew up with an issue or two
took a little hard time to settle him down
still punched walls when no one was around
she saw something in him no one else did
she reached out and touched a scared little kid
brought him from the shadows into the light
gave him a path to a different life

If you think love can’t change somebody
buddy, you don’t know love

She was afraid to be too happy
always seemed to lead to something crappy
so she drank to keep the demons at bay
it was never enough to keep the blues away
then he saw something no one else did
reached out and touched a scared little kid
brought her from the shadows into the light
gave her a path to a different life

If you think love can’t change somebody
buddy, you don’t know love

one extreme to the other or right up the middle
all anybody wants is a little
love to help them defeat the hate
make everything worth the wait
when someone sees what no one else sees
love’s gonna bring you to your knees
out of the shadows and into the light
show you a way to a different life

If you think love can’t change somebody
buddy, you don’t know love

You Can’t Have Fun Like That Anymore

Drinking and driving was just what we did
on long ago Saturday nights
taking a chance on finding romance
trying to stay out of fights
Then the mothers all came out against it
trying to save children’s lives
now it’s expensive as well as dangerous
so I stay sober when I drive

You can’t have fun like that anymore
I don’t like it, but I know the score
if you try you might get thrown out the door
you can’t have fun like that anymore

I put my pants on one leg at a time
leaning against a wall
used to do it in the middle of the room
now I don’t want to fall
as I get older I find that I want
to spend less time on the floor
just another way that I can’t
have fun like that anymore

You can’t have fun like that anymore
I don’t like it, but I know the score
if you try you might get thrown out the door
you can’t have fun like that anymore

I used to drink like I voted
early and often
with nary a thought
about prisons or coffins
Now I worry about
an aching head
so I don’t pour a drink
unless I’m close to my bed

You can’t have fun like that anymore
I don’t like it, but I know the score
if you try you might get thrown out the door
you can’t have fun like that anymore

Echoes

In the middle
of not much
we were as
rich as kings
because we found
our dreams in the
simple everyday things

good or bad
it was simply the sharing
that made it
all worthwhile
and the decision
to keep on caring
which permitted
us to smile

we were not immune
of course to time’s
assault relentless
but somewhere
in this universe
are echoes
of our happiness

The Dry Spell

The dry spell may reveal
some forgotten truth
some suppressed memory
of your youth
it may show an error
in the way
that you live your life today

Too many voices
whisper in your ear
for anything they say
to be very clear
confusion about what’s lost
and what’s left to gain
their dependence on
the chances for rain

When Life creeps back in
to the abandoned space
we get a renewed sense
of the underlying grace
insisting that there can
be no surrender here
no matter the odds
no matter the fear
our job is to try
to persevere