Montana Therapy 

I grew up in the mountains of Montana 
Where the water runs clean and cold 
I’d pray to God as I cast my fly upon the water That this is where I’d grow old 
But like a river life has twists and turns 
And I’d move away from her... 

Corporate ladder climbing, can even get the time in 
To do those things that make me whole 
It’s a glamorous city, the shining lights against the skyline But these man-made wonders, they don’t feed my soul It’s cold and lonely in the middle of the city 
Wish I was alone in the woods of Yellowstone 

Where there’s air to breath, and space just to be I need some Montana therapy 
I need room to grow in a place that I know 
Is in the middle of God’s own country Montana Therapy, is what I need 

Rush hour traffic, hands glued to the steering wheel 
Oh lord can this be real, take me back home 
To a snow filled meadow or a dusty gravel country road Oh, I’m going back, where I belong 
Cause here there’s rivers of asphalt 
Mountains of concrete and steel 
Too busy rushing through my daily life 
That I’ve forgotten how it feels 

Where there’s air to breath, and space just to be I need some Montana therapy 
I need room to grow in a place that I know 
Is in the middle of God’s own country Montana Therapy, is what I need 

 

Castin’ For Cutthroat 

Hiking through clouds that are glued to the mountain I’m on top of the world at about 11,000 
The alpine tundra rolls to a solid granite bowl 
It’s filled with rain and melted snow 

But it’s those fish that I’ll be catchin 

Casting for cutthroat away from those city folk 
I’m back on the water again 
Casting for cutthroat my line has got that perfect float And it’s times like these that matter in the end 

Well, the weather it turns on a dime 
You might see a fourth of July snow 
You won’t catch fish here all the time 
But there’s no place that I’d rather go 
Friends gather round the fire, I’ll be picking this ol’ guitar Then fall asleep beneath the stars dreaming about tomorrow 

Casting for cutthroat away from those city folk 
I’m back on the water again 
Casting for cutthroat my line has got that perfect float And it’s times like these that matter in the end 

Yes, I feel a special kinship to this steep and rugged country Got all I need strapped to my back 
I leave behind the workplace feuds, the negative news 
The modern technology, fall back in time kick back’n relax 

Casting for cutthroat away from those city folk 
I’m back on the water again 
Casting for cutthroat my line has got that perfect float And it’s times like these that matter in the end 

 

Spirit of Yellowstone 

Hey you searching for that hidden treasure You’re scarring up the mountainside Sky-lined houses all around us 
First you buy, then you subdivide 

You subdivide 

So ye of little faith come hither 
Let me take you back in time 
And I’ll show you a place where God surrounds you Then you might see with clearer eyes 
With clearer eyes 

In Yellowstone 
It’s what was intended 
Preserved and protected 
I believe in the spirit of Yellowstone 

So ye of little faith come hither 
Don’t be afraid come and take my hand 
And I’ll show you a place where God surrounds you Then you’ll know, then you’ll understand 
You’ll understand 

 

New Age Religion 

I’m the founder of an outdoor religion 
My church is the grass and the trees 
In a clear mountain meadow you can still hear the echo Of God’s words swirling round in the breeze Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah 

Now the lakes they all hold holy water 
And the birds form a thousand voice choir The wildflowers grow, under steeples of snow A stained glass that stretches for miles Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah 

So taste the rain coming down from the sky 
Feel the earth neath your feet hear the bald eagle’s cry And lay me to rest here when it’s my turn to die 

You might come to this place feeling empty But the life of this place fills your soul 
It will give you a reason no matter the season It’s as pure as a new fallen snow 

 

The First Snow 

Let’s go out walking 
I’ll kick the leaves 
Can you smell the smoke from the chimneys? Out on the edges of town 
Corn fields cut down 
The scarecrow’s job is over now 

The first snow’s coming down, life slows down 
Life as I wish it could be 
But I’ll take this moment now the first snow’s coming down And its falling 
On you and me 

White sheets cover the streets And you know that fall is over 
A flock of birds break the silence To go where life is warmer 

The first snow’s coming down, life slows down 
Life as I wish it could be 
But I’ll take this moment now the first snow’s coming down And its falling 
On you and me 

So let it cover the tracks of yesterday Yesterday 
It’s like a new beginning come what may Come what may 

The first snow’s coming down, life slows down 
Life as I wish it could be 
But I’ll take this moment now the first snow’s coming down And its falling On you 
And me 

 

Coming Home 

She headed west from Illinois on a train with her only boy She spoke a foreign language in this foreign land 
And the boy held tight to mom’s dress of course 
As they rode along on that iron horse 

She must have read that letter at least a hundred times 

I”m thinking of you my darling 
I’m in undiscovered country 
There’s room here for your biggest dreams 
You should see these mountains see these streams I’m so tired of being alone, so once you’re here Let’s call this home 
Pack tonight, 
leave tomorrow, 
You’re coming home 

Well they rolled by day and they rolled by night She’d tuck him in and blow out the light 
She’d never seen the stars so bright 
A northern sky 

And as she wished upon that star 
She wondered why she’d come this far 
So she lit the lamp and read those words just one more time 

And he was waiting at the depot, still had a day’s ride to go He said “I got the land, but we got to build before it snows” It was a one room shack, but more than that 
It was shelter for their dreams 

And time was all they needed to turn them in to memories But now the boys have grown, they’ve both left home and the old man still holds his own, he works two hundred head out in that open field, at night they sit on their porch swing and reminisce about everything, from being young to growing old and she pulls out letter from long ago 
“I’m thinking of you my darling...” 

 

Boot Jack Gap 

When I was eighteen I had no dreams, cause my dad he shot them down with just one word. He said I was no good, always told me that I would, amount to next to nothing in this world. But I had no use, for this kind of abuse, so I headed west and fought fires for the NPS. But he still haunted me, around every bend, and every tree the echos of the past came rolling in. But then they hooked me up with a man, twice my age and twice as tough and, he looked me up and he looked me down. He said “you look like a rookie son, it’s the fear in your eyes that clued me in, so ya better stick close to me if you’re gonna live to be around”. We spent some long, hot days beneath a dark and cloudy haze, I learned to hide the fear that was always reeling in my mind. I spoke of a perfect family, I said my dad was just like me, but he said don’t kid me son, I can read between the lines. He said “I was once in your boots boy I packed the past upon my back, but I left it all behind me up on Boot Jack Gap. I live my life for me now son, I look ahead and don’t look back, since I left it all behind me up on boot jack gap.” Well that fire it raged up that canyon, and it trapped men in that gulch, I know. Cause I could hear those men shouting, so I swam down in the creek through a fiery glow. One by one, some packed upon my back, we outran the blaze to the top of Boot Jack Gap, and in front of me stood the man, who helped shape who I am, felt like I’d known him for years. And pride shown in his face, through a mask of thick black paste- a mixture of ashes and tears. He said, “I was once in your boots boy I packed the past upon my back, but I left it all behind me up on Boot Jack Gap. You can be your own man now just look ahead and don’t look back, why don’t you leave your past behind you here on Boot Jack Gap. So I left the past behind me there on Boot Jack Gap. 

 

Smith Mine 

It was nearly fifty years ago when trainloads full of coal Were running from those small Montana towns 
That once boomed, now busted 
Seventy-seven men climbed down that hole 

God bless their souls 
Only three men made it out alive in the Smith mine 

And I was walking by the other day 
Could have sworn I heard that whistle blow 
And caught a glimpse of a carbide lantern’s glow Why does this happen to the best of men 
The odds are it will happen again 
Why can’t we go back in time and save those boys From the Smith Mine 

Miners came from miles around to help bring out all the losses 
Women and children read their final words Scratched on powder boxes 

Now it’s a ghost town memories remain I guess nothing stays the same 
But what an ending to an epic time 
It was the Smith Mine 

And I was walking by the other day 
Could have sworn I heard that whistle blow 
And caught a glimpse of a carbide lantern’s glow Why does this happen to the best of men 
The odds are it will happen again 
Another place, another time on down the line Another Smith Mine 

 

Small Montana Bar 

I’ll belly up to the bar, “Hey Davey are ya cookin’” I don’t have to look far for a little conversation 
It’s just a quarter for pool 
“Ya want to play a game of doubles” 

All of the locals sittin’ on their stools Forgettin’ all about their troubles 

It’s a Montana bar, doesn’t matter who you are 
Come on in where the beer is cold and the cooking’s good There’s a rainbow trout hangin’ on the wall 
I think I’ll give my friends a call 
And have ‘em meet me down, at a small Montana bar 

And on a cold winter night the snow’s blowing’ horizontal There’s not a soul in sight 
It’s just a room full of empty barstools 
But on the Fourth of July, well ya better get there early Cause once that rodeo’s over, they’ll be coming in a hurry 

It’s a Montana bar, doesn’t matter who you are 
Come on in where the beer is cold and the cooking’s good There’s a six point buck hangin’ on the wall 
I think I’ll give my friends a call 
And have ‘em meet me down, at a small Montana bar 

In every little town there’s a watering hole 
Where the folks gather round 
They talk sports or politics, or what they’d done today In all these places, you find so many familiar faces Pull up a stool and relax awhile 
You might as well stay 

 

 

Born to Retrieve 

How could I forget that July four 
When my dad, he brought home that Labrador 
He couldn’t learn a trick, wouldn’t play dead or roll over But he’d always bring you back the birds 
Come hell or high water 

He was born to retrieve 
He liked nothin’ better 
Than to work out in the field 
In any kind of weather 
On a crisp October morning 
A frigid day in mid-December That dog was my faithful friend 

And from the other room 
He’d hear me crack my gun case open He’d be worked into a frenzy 
Cause he knew where we were going In the truck and down the road 
Out past McGregor’s corner 
It’s zero degrees, I’m about to freeze And he’s diving in the water 

It’s still clear in my mind when he was chasing butterflies Now he’s grown 
A loyal partner till the end less than a dog 
More like a friend 

And he helped make our little house a home 

Now he lies those aching bones alongside the fire 
Like the sun behind those Beartooth mountain ridges He’ll retire 
And every fall and winter I’ll be wishing he was with me When those ducks and geese move south you know 
I’ll feel kind of empty 

He was born to retrieve 
He liked nothin’ better 
Than to work out in the field 
In any kind of weather 
On a crisp October morning 
A frigid day in mid-December 
That dog was my faithful friend, until the end 

 

Brother John 

So where do we go from here? 
The oceans the forests the mountains were dear to you 
And they needed you too 
And where did you go from here? 
Do you sail on the ocean or run with the wolf and the deer? Because they needed you here 

Take flight with the eagle 
Take flight brother John 
With the hawk you know freedom Fly high as your song 
Look down on us brother 
Guide us if you will 
To the future you dreamed of Your dream can be real 

And your songs fall to earth with the rain 
Off the high canyon walls to the rivers that run to the plains Hear the promise of change 
From the plains it will run to the sea, touching all who drink of it 
But some are too blind to see 
That we have to believe 

Take flight with the eagle 
Take flight brother John 
With the hawk you know freedom Fly high as your song 
Look down on us brother 
Guide us if you will 
To the future you dreamed of Your dream can be real 

Take flight, fly high brother John Fly high, so high brother John 

 

Little Aurora 

The night you came into this world 
I took a walk in the mountains 
But it felt like I was walking on air 
And like a message from above the sky completely lit up So I turned to the northern hemisphere 

Little Aurora, Laura brighten our life 
Like the northern lights light up the darkest night Little Aurora, Laura wonder of wonders 
You’re a dream that has finally come true 
Little Aurora 

And I wonder who you’re going to be 
More like mom? 
More like me? 
I guess only God knows how your life will unfold And as you’re changing with the seasons 

I’ll be searching for a reason 
To keep the hands of time from moving so You’ll never grow old 

Little Aurora, Laura brighten our life 
Like the northern lights light up the darkest night Little Aurora, Laura wonder of wonders 
You’re a dream that has finally come true 
Little Aurora 

And as I look up to the mountains With the northern lights surrounding 
I think of new life 
What a sight to behold 
And I won’t forget these emerald skies Because I can see them in your eyes They’ll be with me forever 
I just know 

 

Under Yellowstone Skies 

So you ask where the buffalo roam Once free like the natives 
Now they both share a common home Worshipped in the circle of life 

Then like weed choke out a garden 
Did the white man with the gun and the knife 

But they still have a place under Yellowstone skies 
With a will there’s a way for the past to survive 
For legend was born, passed through native tongue 
When the buffalo leave us, our song will cease to be sung 

So let us open up a window into the heart of the man Who embraced the balancing act of this land 
Who know life was a circle that could never be parted Not a race where all lives are just easily discarded 

But they still have a place under Yellowstone skies 
With a will there’s a way for the past to survive 
For legend was born, passed through native tongue 
When the buffalo leave us, our song will cease to be sung 

So where do the buffalo roam? Under Yellowstone skies Where do the buffalo roam? Under Yellowstone skies 

 

Pursuit of Happiness 

This here poem’s for you and me 
This here poem’s about what it means to be free This here poem’s about who we are 
We declared our independence 
Backed it up with acts of war 
In pursuit of happiness 

Then Napoleon, he sold us land for cheap 
We embarked upon a conquest taming all the west to be One nation strong and proud and free 
We can say the things we want to say 
Be who we want to be 
In pursuit of happiness 

Have you ever bowed your head and said a prayer? Not for your own self but for those left unaware Free us now from hopelessness and hate 
Sir, does our constitution guarantee our fate? 

In pursuit of happiness 

 

Coolest Waters 

Where am I in your darkest hour Does it seem I’m far away? 
My heart it aches for your worry So complex I can’t convey 

But I’m walking in the coolest waters 
And you can walk here with me too 
Where the air I breath is from the heavens above me And the worries are few 

No one to blame for the pain that surrounds you And you’ve done nothing wrong 
My words of comfort 
My words of wisdom 

They don’t last for very long 

But I’m walking in the coolest waters 
And you can walk here with me too 
Where the air I breath is from the heavens above me And the worries are few 

Now it takes time for a storm to blow over 
So hunker down and see it through 
I know of a place in my mind and I’ll take you Can you see the roses full of dew? 

I’m walking in the coolest waters 
And you’re walking with me too 
Where the air you breath is from the heavens above you And your worries are few 
Your worries are few 

 

Life is for the Living 

If you’ve got a lotta faith your troubles will equate To less than nothing 
Get out of your den, don’t look within 
And you might see a little something 

Life is for the living so tomorrow I’ll go fishing Who’s coming 

So you say you got bills to pay 
Well that’s ok, you can pay ‘em later 
Tension will unravel like your line as it unravels on the water So you haven’t seen your child in quite a while 
Bring your daughter 

And on Sunday if I’m missin’ that therapeutic fishin’ I’ll call it my religion and I’ll go 
About three hours later, I’ll say a little prayer 
And thank him for the repair of my soul 

The early morning sun lights up the clouds 
That are hanging on the mountain 
And I caught one more fish than you, you know it’s true But who’s countin’ 
Cause it’s not about the catchin’ 
It’s about your reaction to your surroundings 

So if I stay at home and sit here long enough Will I find the answers? 
Will it come like a needed rain on a barren plain For all the ranchers 

No, life is for the living 
So tomorrow I’ll go fishing for the answers 
Life is for the living so get out there and go fishing For the answers 

 

This Town 

This town, this town this fourth generation town 
This town, this town my son’s the fifth generation now 

Dad said that his dad said “Boy it’s bound to change” And if he were here right now he’d think it strange Cause even parts of mountains they don’t look the same Trophy houses stand, where the elk once lay 

Well some they come in search of peace 
With money to burn or build then lease 
With no regard for those who share their space Do you think they know of the old corner store The old Texaco or the Swingin’ Doors? 
Where rodeo was the sport of men 
They danced to Noreen Linderman 
Well I never heard her but it’s part of who I am No I never heard her, but it’s part of who I am 

Stories passed down like the ancient tribes Like the one when grandpa was 35 
He raced to build that filling station 
Now it’s gone just like the train that came and I’d put my penny down on that track 

I get teary-eyed when I look back 
Cause you know, I know it’s part of who I am Oh yes, I know it’s part of who I am 

So I’ll tell my son the only constant here is change 
And you can take it or leave it but I sure hope you’ll stay And be a steward of this little town that I love 
And raise your family here and tell them stories of 

This town, this town this fifth generation town 
This town, this town your son’s the sixth generation now 

 

Asphalt Under Your Tires 

Am I the wind beneath your wings 
Or the asphalt under your tires? 
Would you praise or would you cuss me Would you feed me to the lions 

Cause to my face I’m cool I’m great But I know your a lyin’ 
Am I the wind beneath your wings Or the asphalt under your tires? 

Ordinary people they don’t qualify as friends 
You’d make the perfect politician 
They can sin and sin and sin 
Am I not your stepping stone to bigger and better things? Ordinary people cannot help achieve your dreams 

You’re my hero And I’m your fool You’re my hero And I’m your fool 

Am I the wind beneath your wings 
Or the asphalt under your tires? 
Would you praise or would you cuss me Would you feed me to the lions 

Cause to my face I’m cool I’m great But I know your a lyin’ 
Am I the wind beneath your wings Or the asphalt under your tires? 

 

On My Way 

If I could find the time to give some reason to this rhyme You know, I’d be a better man 
But the words don’t come too easy 
You know, it’s late I’m getting sleepy 

This is who I am: 

Trouble 
I’ll drive around it 
The first sound of sadness 
I laugh at the pain 
And for those I might offend try on these shoes that I’m in Then I’ll be on my way 

Yesterday was easy, now today’s a little breezy 
So what’s tomorrow gonna bring 
Why is it always good, or bad you know I hate to feel sad So either way, I’m gonna sing 

Trouble 
I’ll drive around it 
The first sound of sadness 
I laugh at the pain 
And for those I might offend try on these shoes that I’m in Then I’ll be on my way 

Everybody’s got a past and like wine it’s gonna last But they don’t all improve with age 
Some hold a memory 
And some shut them out, you see? 

So understand my masquerade 

Strips of Wheat 

Those strips of wheat they sure smelled sweet When I was young 
Backyard games in the pouring rain 
Late nights on the front porch 

All those bluegrass songs we sung 
I sing ‘em now it ain’t quite the same 
I went to beg my dad 
“Won’t you let me play football this year” 
But I learned the answer before I could make myself clear You see, games are for the lazy, hard work is for the proud But there ain’t much fun in all this work 
For this twelve year old right now 

Oh mom, can you take me into town? There ain’t much to do here and 
My friends are gathered round 
Down at the soda fountain and 

I’m stuck here workin’ ground 
Oh, mom please can’t you take me into town? 

Now the years have past and mom and dad 
Are in a fifth wheel, they roam 
How I wish that they were here 
Cause I never did appreciate what I had till it was gone The bank took the place last year 

But I threw one more coat of paint On the house and on the barn Played a tune on the front porch The full moon shown upon 

Split rails, and all those tales, that I told my son 
And they say some rich man bought it 
And he doesn’t even farm 
And those strips of wheat smell bitter sweet in my memory Cause they’re gone 

 

Caffeine Dependent 

Browsing through the bookstore 
Self help section is all I see 
I grab a book titled “101 addictions” 
Well, I got nothing wrong with me 
But then I get to thinking 
There’s something I’ve been drinking 
I can’t live without 
Cause there’s days if I could mainline it I would So grind it up and make it stout 

Cause I’m a caffeine dependent What can I say? 
Forget about recovery groups Denial is where I’ll stay 

So give me any kind of beverage but make it leaded and I’ll get through the day 
I’m a caffeine dependent and denial is where I’ll stay 

Oh about four years ago I got me a steady job And a long term relationship with my local lender Got me a house and a brand new Saab 
Then I got married, started working two jobs Now the little one, she’s almost three 
I pay the bills at midnight, up before first light Should buy some stock in MJB 

Give me espresso a latte a mocha, cappuccino 
Heck, give me a diet coke 
A chocolate covered coffee bean just might keep me afloat 
Ya I’m Johnny on the go, I’m a mover I’m a shaker but I need a little helping hand 
So don’t look me up, if I miss my morning cup 
I’ll be a man that you cannot stand 

Cause I’m a caffeine dependent What can I say? 
Forget about recovery groups Denial is where I’ll stay 

So give me any kind of beverage but make it leaded and I’ll get through the day 
I’m a caffeine dependent and denial is where I’ll stay 
I’m a caffeine dependent in a wide-eyed jumpy sort of way 

 

Copenhagen, Jim Beam, and Me 

Twenty-one 
Going on eleven 
Party mode’s the only modality Lifestyle is pseudo Kerouacian Copenhagen, Jim Beam, and Me 

Well I guess you might have called us impulsive Outrunning the police just wasn’t planned 
What the hell we had some fun, didn’t hurt anyone But we couldn’t get the judge to understand 

Grow up? 
Hell no I went to college 
The path of least resistance was the plan Catchin’ fish and shootin’ golf 
One day on, four days off 
Would I ever be a responsible man? 

Now age it sneaks slowly upon us 
Each day adds more responsibility 
And I’m thinking about running for congress My slogan? 

Copenhagen, Jim Beam, and Me 

 

Dyin’ on Line Creek Plateau 

It’s summer in the middle of November 
It’s a great day for golfing for fishing but no I answer the call, old Bill’s shot a bull 
On the top of the line creek plateau 

Well I used to be proud of the shape I was in But good food and good beers through the years Left me less than in perfect condition 
For this vertical mission 
And I’m dead by the third mile in 

I’m dyin’ on the line creek plateau 
Frostbit and hip deep in snow 
I’ve got to keep moving through the cold winds that blow I’m dyin’ on the line creek plateau 

This trick knee that I have went from pretty good to bad After that last graceful fall 
The only thing he’ll be draggin’ is his human companion But I swear, I won’t hang on his wall 

I’m dyin’ on the line creek plateau 
Frostbit and hip deep in snow 
I’ve got to keep moving through the cold winds that blow I’m dyin’ on the line creek plateau 

My obituary it seems quite contrary 
To the way that I died don’t you know 
Just read my epitaph it deserves quite a laugh 

“Should of golfed... Should have fished... Should have stayed home” 

 

When the Leaves Have Turned 

When the leaves have turned 
And we go out walking in the fields 
There’s a sense of place as we retrace 
The paths that we have been on through the years 

And I get a feeling A good, good feeling 

You know Father Time’s a kindred spirit To the rushing, raging, running waters And from the banks you know I’ll Dream about our future 

As I think about our past 

Our love will last Our love will last 

You’re the brightest flower that I’ve ever known And I’ll grow with you 
Yes, I’ll go with you 
Through a blazing fire 

Or a blinding snow 

When the leaves have turned 
And we go out walking in the fields 
There’s a sense of place as we retrace 
The paths that we have been on through the years 

And I get a feeling A good, good feeling Our love will last Our love will last 

 

For the Wild 

There were horses wild as the hair on their manes 
And I heard voices of Indians that died on the plains They spoke of a river, a river that remained unchanged So I felt hope, hope for the people of today 

Say a prayer for the wild That the wild will run Like there’s no tomorrow Into the setting sun 

So stand up and be counted Cause there’s a battle to be won Say a prayer for the wild 
That the wild may run 

There were campfires and chips from a knife made of stone Under barbed wire the land was now something to own And they danced around me, they said 
“Save some of those seeds that you’ve sown” 

And the rain poured on me 
Then those spirits, they left me alone 

Say a prayer for the wild That the wild will run Like there’s no tomorrow Into the setting sun 

So stand up and be counted Cause there’s a battle to be won Say a prayer for the wild 
That the wild may run 

 

Back From the Woods 

I’m back from the woods, my time there was good But you say you just don’t know me anymore 
Ya the wild’s in my veins, and here it remains 
Till the end of my days and that’s for sure 

And I think I heard you say, that “you better pray 
For this poor lost soul that’s lost his way” 
But this boy became a man in the palm of God’s hand So go ahead kid, go ahead and pray 

Go ahead and find yourself one 
One more distraction and pay for it 
How much you gonna pay for it? 
Don’t fall behind cause you’ll lose your peace of mind 
And your gonna pay for it, you know your going to pay for it 

Now I howl at the moon, I sleep deeply too 
Because I march to my own muse at my own parade And on those darkest of nights I sharpen my knife Just to see the stars shimmer off the blade 

Go ahead and find yourself one 
One more distraction and pay for it 
How much you gonna pay for it? 
Don’t fall behind cause you’ll lose your peace of mind 
And your gonna pay for it, you know your going to pay for it 

Believe in only what you see 
Is like watching wind through leafless trees You’ll be thinking it’s another sunny day 
But the storm that it blows in 
Will catch you by surprise again 
So I’ll be praying for your soul that’s lost it’s way 

I’m back from the woods, my time there was good But you say you just don’t know me anymore 

 

Beatnik Son 

He’s got the earth in his heart he’s got a song in his head He’s got a strange fascination for those who are dead He’s got nothin’ to prove, he’s got everything to prove He says “It’s my way or the highway if I win or if I lose” 

Steady on you beatnik son 
Your destiny’s calling it’s waiting to be won Steady on you beatnik son 
Your destiny’s calling it’s waiting to be won 

He’s got trouble in his heart so he’ll wear it on his skin Like a million different poets from when time first began He sings amazing grace, he’s still blind as he can be 
If he tries to be the big cat he knows he’ll get treed 

Steady on you beatnik son 
Your destiny’s calling it’s waiting to be won Steady on you beatnik son 
Your destiny’s calling it’s waiting to be won 

He says 
Just come and ask me what I think that I can see From my rearview mirror, I wish that it was clearer But it’s stained with indiscretions of the past 
At least the windshield’s clearer 
The windshield is only cracked 

Steady on you beatnik son 
Your destiny’s calling it’s waiting to be won Steady on you beatnik son 
Your destiny’s calling it’s waiting to be won 

 

Hillbilly Storm Chaser 

Born in southern Alabama to the eye of a hurricane Momma was the wind and daddy was the dark sea raging Uneasy, became easy for him because when it got too quiet That’s when he started worrying himself crazy 
Sunny and mild for weeks 
He was shaking like a leaf on a tree 
One tank of gas and the shirt on his back 
He was free 

The hillbilly storm-chaser 
A lover, a fighter, a real hell raiser 
He ain’t waiting around 
For that twister to come down anymore 
You know he’ll bring it to you, before you bring it to him And when it all blows over he’ll feel better again 
Until something reminds him of way back when 
Then he’s a hillbilly storm-chaser 

He fell in love with a dove who taught him how to fly 
High above the storms into the clear blue sky 
But in the blink of an eye he’d get that old time feeling again And he’d start sniffing for a storm 
And she knew she’d never heal him 
A vigilante for justice bringing evil to it’s knees 
When she walked away, he never even asked her why 
He just slept in the corner with a pistol by his side 
When he couldn’t sleep, he’d go searching for a fight 

Now he’s the tornado, he’s the hurricane 
He’s a fast moving wildfire shooting across the plains 
He’s going to get his vengeance across that Alabama line 
He blew down that door into the hurricane’s eye 
Grabbed his Daddy by the throat and started screaming “Why” But all he saw was his reflection with a vacant look in his eye Said the hillbilly storm-chaser 
“You made me a fighter and a real hell raiser and 
I ain’t waiting around for your twister to touch down anymore” He wanted redemption, for him to feel his pain 
But he stared off into the distance to some other place 
Old and empty like his Chevy, 
Worth more as scrap down at the yard 
He took his hate and his anger and set it on the shelf 
Walked out of that door in search of himself 
And with one tank of gas and the shirt on his back he was gone With no more storms to chase, this hillbilly was moving on 

 

Family Calling 

An angry glance a spiteful stare 
She’s done nothing wrong it’s his own despair His hopes and dreams never got no traction 
Like kick-starting a bike with all choke no action 

A hundred schemes a thousand ways 
To put his own spin on his working days He’s too young to live to retire 
Flame’s getting low, no fuel for the fire 

He wanted to be an eagle or a wild horse running 
He didn’t want to be no seagull 
And he wouldn’t be ridden for nothing 
And you can find him shootin’ pool and drinkin’ beer But he can hear his train a comin’ 

Ya that train’s a comin’ 

Twenty years ago he missed that train 
It was headed for the land of hopes and dreams Frozen from fear or just unaware 
That when it rolled on by it all ended right there 

He says “Come on Katie now don’t you weep I’ve still got some promises to keep 
Ya my train left right when you arrived 
And we’re still standin’ side by side 

It’s been a damn good ride and there’s blessings In this compromise like these four walls 
And ties that bind 

So where do all those big dreams go? 
If you can’t whittle ‘em down and go with the flow Cause that river of dreams can sweep you away And leave you all alone at the end of your days 

And he wants to be an eagle or a wild horse running He don’t wanna be a seagull 
And he won’t be ridden for nothing 
And you can find him shootin’ pool and drinkin’ beer But he can hear his family callin’ 

 

Live It Up 

Everything in moderation is what we’re told From the older and wiser generation 
Doctor says a beer a day is okay 
So I save them up for Saturday 

Live it up 
Life’s too short to waste it 
Live it up 
Just don’t stand there, go on and taste it 

Work hard play hard until you’re in the bone yard Is life too short, or is it just the way 
You view it, construe it 
Do you ever add something new to it? 

Hey, it’s ok just 

Live it up 
Life’s too short to waste it 
Live it up 
Just don’t stand there, go on and taste it 

And every once in a while you got to crack a smile Do you live to work, or work to live? 
Cause I won’t live it down if I don’t live it up 
Fill my cup, fill my cup 

 

31 Flavors 

Thirty-one flavors and they’re all vanilla In this cookie cutter nation 
Same old tune with a different rhyme And he’s a Nashville sensation 

I’ve been north and south and east and west And them little gems are getting less and less 
I see the same old scene from every hotel room Even In and Out Burgers are coming soon 

Culture for convenience 
Ain’t a fair trade and I’m no genius 
Here in the land of the plenty 
There’s plenty of the same 
‘Big City’ in a little old Texas bar 
He’s lookin’ all around like he’d landed on Mars And the bartender remembered his name 

There’s a show on main full of classic cars 
Little boy’s eyes bigger than those white wall tires 
And I say “Hey they don’t make em that way anymore” I got a pickup truck I can’t fix myself 
Takes the dealership to assess it’s health 
It’s like a trip to the ICU 
Tubes under the hood and out the doors 

Long gone’s the time I’m at the hardware store Standing in line “Hey there easy money 
Your word’s good enough for me!” 
Ya I’ve seen the signs of change 

It’s always just a different chain 
A chain of money passing by the diners and cafes 

Great barbecue don’t stay great in franchised masses And cold beer it don’t taste better in fancy glasses 
And Billy Bobs wouldn’t be Billy Bobs down in Miami And Carnegie ain’t got nothin’ on Gruene Hall 

But that’s just me 

Culture for convenience 
Ain’t a fair trade and I’m no genius 
Here in the land of the plenty 
There’s plenty of the same 
‘Big City’ in a little old Texas bar 
He’s lookin’ all around like he’d landed on Mars And the bartender remembered his name 

 

Death of a Salesman 

Dad he left when I was born 
Mom she left when I was four 
So my aunt and uncle they took me in To work the fields with the hired hands 

Fifteen years old I jumped the gate To be someone, I couldn’t wait 
To prove them all of their mistakes I’ll be someone now don’t you wait 

And my name is Willy Lowman 
And they will fall down at my feet 
But I’ll grow old, and they’ll have no use for me 
But I know someday I’m gonna make it down on Wall Street 

Times were hard so I got harder Learned to sell learned to barter When I’d pretend to be the best I’d fool them all with no protest 

Put on the miles both far and wide 
Just me alone, my suit, my tie 
My family home even them I sold 
Cause I’m golden handcuffed to the road 

My boy quit school didn’t even try 
Now he’s pounding nails so I asked him why 
He said I’m just an ordinary guy 
And so are you, I began to cry 
What’s to become of our last name when shooting pool’s your claim to fame 
He said you can’t sell me cause I won’t care 
This is the death of a salesman 
You were never there 

 

Destination Desolation 

A Libby logger, was my father always up before the sun 80 years in Western Montana, and little left undone Well they must be insane to live out on those plaines There ain’t nothin’ but nothin out there” 

That’s what I always heard, and this might sound absurd This is my first trip east of here 

Destination desolation, outside it’s cold as hell, 
500 miles on a Montana highway and no signal on my cell 500 miles on a Montana highway 
500 miles on a Montana highway 

Up on that highline, a faded road sign 
Class C champs of ’89 
I take the backroad, just to watch the wind blow Fields of grain flow like the tide 
I give a Montana nod to the farmer on the job Count the traffic on my right hand 
And this feeling’s so real, it’s the freedom you feel It’s some big, big land 

And on those nights when the moon’s not so bright The stars shine like glitter on the wind 
A subzero sky makes em shine, oh they shine 
Like you may never see again 

South at Sidney, this big sky country 
Has got me feeling awfully small 
It’s on my A list, cause it lacks progress 
No Wally Worlds no shopping malls 
And as I climb in the rig, how do the dear get so big? Is the only question that time will allow 

And though the mountains are home 
I’ve found a new place to roam 
I’ll say goodbye to these badlands for now 

 

Dream Catch 

A bamboo rod down at Harpers Knob it was 1925 Where those deep holes meet the mountain air 
That’s where heaven and earth collide 
It was the perfect cast she matched that hatch 
And it took her for a ride, that’s what grandma told me The day before she died 

And she called it a ghost 
She called it a dream catch 
The one she wanted on her wall 
The one she never would throw back 
She called it a ghost, she called it a dream catch But she never told a soul and that’s a fact 

Twenty-one pounds, no one around 
To get a fist pump from back then 
She and the birds would sing it was a spiritual thing But so sweet it had to be a sin 
Her reason to go was just to cleanse her soul 
And be the only one among the pines 
She wanted to know where did the rainbow go When she let it off the end of her line 

She called it a ghost, she called it a dream catch 
To forever haunt these waters, like an echo calling her back She called it a ghost, she called it a dream catch 
And she never told a soul and that’s a fact 

I fish the same old streams and holes 
But dreams don’t ever seem to last 
Cause that book became a movie 
Now all the banks are matted grass 
And fly shops just like carnies as they lock ‘em in their rides And give them their allotted time, make sure to tip your guides Now I call it a ghost, I call it a dream past 

I kept a scrapbook in my mind, but all those photos, they fade fast Yes she called it a ghost, she called it a dream catch 
And she never told a soul, she never told a soul 
And I’ll never tell a soul 

(Grandmother’s perspective) 
The sun meets the horizon, meets the river’s quiet talk 
Pods of rainbow rising, rhythmic riffle, caddis clock 
I’ve been caught by river time, as it unveils it’s own dimension So surreal, and so sublime, I must be in heaven 

 

Full Moon on the Missions 

Can we run the race this frantic pace Of this the modern world 
Have I been gone this long 
It’s not like we are strangers 

We’re still very much in love 
Fit like a hand inside a glove 
But with no time to put it on 
Do you think I jest when I suggest The Mission mountain range 

A week or two might do 
So pack the horses, saddle up 
We’re gone and this I guarantee 
Time won’t be our enemy 
Because you know we just might never leave 

There’s a full moon on the Missions 
And the break of day leaves a clear velvet sky Stars they shine upon the heavens 
It’s just you and me in this mountain paradise 

Is it me or is the world spinning slowly again I believe that the power of nature has Brought us back to where we began 

Because there’s a full moon on the Missions And the break of day leaves a clear velvet sky Stars they shine upon the heavens 
It’s just you and me in this mountain paradise 

 

One Montana 

See the sun going down on the Mountains See the moon rising high in the sky 
See the wind swept fields all around us You’re the one thing that’s real 

You tell me no lies 

You’re the one Montana 
Even the sun gets lost in your sky And I’m lucky to be alive 

You’re the crisp winter night 
When I reach out and touch the stars You’re the hawk taking flight 
How high can you fly? 
You’re the farmer in the field 
The hope of tomorrow 
You’re the one thing that’s real 
You tell me no lies 

You’re the one Montana 
Even the sun gets lost in your sky And I’m lucky to be alive 
I’m lucky to be alive 

 

After the Fire 

Hang on 
After the fire is gone 
See the forest floor come alive once more After the fire is gone 

Sweet thing 
You know that the good times aren’t ending Darkness turns to dawn and we’ll carry on After the fire is gone 

Why does it take such a 
Break in the rhythm 
To Know what it’s like when the dancing was good? But we didn’t stumble no we didn’t falter 
We’re dancing much stronger than we ever could 

So hang on 
After the fire is gone 
See the forest floor come alive once more After the fire is gone 
After the fire is gone 

 

Snow 

Well there’s snow up on the mountain Geese are in the air 
Ya there’s snow up on the mountain Geese are in the air 

So I’ll chop me up that cord of wood And stack it by the stairs 

Well these days are getting shorter The wife says “so is your fuse” Well these days are getting shorter The wife says “so is your fuse” 

So I’ll drag me out them long boards and I’ll Ski away these blues, ski away these blues 

Well now it’s spring and I sprung a fever I dreamt of drifting snow 
Ya it’s spring and I sprung a fever 
I dreamt of drifting snow 

So I’ll hike me up to that headwall Where the cold winds blow 

Where there’s snow Ya, where there’s snow 

 

The First Christmas 

There’s a star burning bright 
I’ll follow it till morning 
On through the night 
I’ll be there at the dawn 
Heaven has sent an angel to greet me 
No room to rent I’ll bring my gifts and move on 

Three kings greeting a baby in a manger Cattle sleeping 
There’s no danger 
God is watching 

He’s protecting The baby Jesus He’s our savior 

And I just witnessed the first Christmas I just witnessed the first Christmas 

There’s a star burning bright I’ll follow it till morning 
On through the night 
I’ll be there at the dawn 

 

Timberline Christmas 

Dear Saint Nick what’s the trick this year? 
Do we have to go in debt to feel the Christmas Cheer? Where’s the rhyme 
Where’s the reason 
The worth of the season 
I cannot feel it here 

So it’s a timberline Christmas for me In my mind I will decorate the trees I’ll unwrap the gifts of nature Something wild, something free 

It’s a timberline Christmas for me 

Fresh fields of snow 
And not a track below me And not a cloud up above Then I pray for peace 
And for those with the least Greed shall not conquer love 

It’s a timberline Christmas for me In my mind I will decorate the trees I’ll unwrap the gifts of nature Something wild, something free It’s a timberline Christmas for me 

A rhythm is tapping 
A gift is unwrapping 
Today 
And everyday after 
Believe and you’ll capture 
The joy, and the hope and the love Of this wonderful day 

 

Christmas is Family 

The stores are insane 
But the snow falling quietly comforts my soul 
As I step on a plane to steal back a memory 
The young are now old 
This feeling of Christmas gives license to trust 
And to live like a child 
This magical season, gives children a reason 
To believe and run wild 
Set the star at the top of the tree 
Sit down by the fire, look around and you’ll see 
The past, now and forever 
Is Christmas together, 
Because Christmas is family 
Mother daughter they’re baking 
And the boys are both skating 
So I’ll ski down the lane 
Driven in by the weather 
Now we’ll all be together 
And sing a Christmas refrain 
Festive family traditions 
From the great now great-great Grandma’s old country town What was out is now in, now as a father I grin 
They’re unwrapping my memories now 

Sing a very, merry Christmas Sing it loud sing it clear 
Sing a very merry Christmas Together this year 

Now all the stores look the same And as I sit on the plane Another year is now gone 
But gone is not forever 

Because when we all get together our family lives on 47 

Christmas is Calling 

Snow is falling all around me Church bells ringing fill the air Light is slowly, slowly fading Streetlights spotlight those unaware 

Can’t you see it, feel it, believe it? 
This is Christmas calling you 
Just be in the moment, in the solace you will notice Christmas is calling you 

Rosie faces 
Sledding races 
Children’s laughter fills the air Seasons favors 
Help your neighbor 
Some don’t see 
They are unaware 

Can’t you see it, feel it, believe it? 
This is Christmas calling you 
Just be in the moment, in the solace you will notice Christmas is calling you 

It’s Christmas calling 
I hear it calling 
Church bells are ringing Hear them ringing Church bells are ringing It’s Christmas calling 

 

Pearl Street 

Throw my case down gather round 
Take this cross off of my back right here on Pearl St. Pickin’ my whole day away 
Listen up I have something to say on Pearl Street Here I am the boss, but not 
THE BOSS or Mr. Young or Bobby Dylan 
Is a poet not a poet if he’s got no book 
That they can sell for him 

Grit your teeth through the 9 to 5 
Now you’re so happy to be alive on Pearl Street Families laughin’ lovers strolling 
All the colors mix in motion Pearl Street 
Smell the rain smile at the sun 
Think to God you’re a lucky one on Pearl Street Like a snowflake you’re the only one 
And you decide to walk or run down Pearl St. 

And that hard hard rain it’s gonna fall 
So remember your days in the sun 
These notes these chords won’t change the word So I’m singing to you just for fun 

Watchin’ all the suits and ties 
Look my way then walk on by, forget them 
But there’s this guy to my surprise 
He sits down and he starts to cry I keep singin’ 
His feet are tapping all the while and pretty soon he starts To smile so I look at him and sing to him 

And how do you feel? How do you feel? And how do you feel? How do you feel? 

 

Trouble 

What kind of stuff are you lettin’ into your head? 
Are they rays from the sun or darkness and dread? 
So you feel that nothing is ever in your control 
You’re not behind the wheel your on a train as it rolls into: 

Trouble trouble 
Why do you come here sneaking up behind me 
Worry, oh worry 
Could fear be your father my fate be your daughter worry 

Help me make it through this day Help me make it through this week Lord I have something to say 
How can I turn the other cheek I’m getting beat down by a world A world where money speaks 

Help me make it through this day Help me make it through this week 

Faith, faith 
Trust in the unknown knowing you’ll be safe It’s not a race, it’s not a race 
Life is a journey to see who you’re gonna be 

Who you gonna be? 

 

You Don’t Know Me 

If you haven’t left by now 
Fess up and tell the truth 
Is something keeping you? 
Or you don’t know me anyhow 

You done raked me over the coals Then you left me out in the cold 
I guess you finally knew me 
Put the screws right to me 

You done raked me over the coals 

Now the moon is falling down upon my bedroom I better stay awake to avoid my doom 
But now I talk to trees 
I see you in my dreams 

It’s a crazy tapestry And you’re the loom 

 

Watch Me Roll 

Your the wolf in disguise 
The shepherds asleep now 
There ain’t no saving the way things were Or might have been 
How I’d run through a fire for you 
You’d watch me burn 
I never learned of your magic 
Your sociopathic ways 
Exotic, hypnotic 
I’m counting down the days now 

These bridges are burning 
These bridges are burning 
Watch them burn 
It’s a runaway freight train 
No stopping this train just watch it roll It’s a runaway freight train 

No stopping this train just watch it roll 

You’re watching me watch you deceive me completely Saying the words that I used to love to hear 
But the game is over who’s fooling who now 
Who’ll be the clown when this old fool 

Rips the rug from under you But you tricked my head 
My heart and my soul followed All of the things you said 

All of those words hollow, words hollow 

These bridges are burning 
These bridges are burning 
Watch them burn 
It’s a runaway freight train 
No stopping this train just watch it roll It’s a runaway freight train 

No stopping this train just watch it roll 52 

Leave Her 

What she lost in childhood she never could replace She used to practice that smile upon her face 
Fear of rejection she thought Dan loved someone else 

And after work came accusations in the third degree Threatening to take her life if Dan would ever leave But old Dan he was a thoughtful man 
He learned it from his folks 

Kindness was the answer Forgiveness was no joke 

But Jesus he’s a savior 
And Dan you’re no miracle maker 
And Sadness you know she’s a taker 
So Dan come to your senses and leave her 

Now those slot machines on Monday Have a way of eating up their pay 
The end of every month is more than tight They’ll garnish all his wages 
Sadness sits and turns the pages 
Denying all her wrongs with all her might 

Late at night he lies awake making plans to leave Maybe if prays just right he’ll have hope to believe And they go to church on Sunday 
His boy graduates this spring 

And as he bows his head the angels start to sing 

Jesus he’s a savior 
And Dan you’re no miracle maker 
And Sadness you know she’s a taker 
So Dan come to your senses and leave her 

Did he fall in love with helping 
And out of love with her? 
For every fire that he puts out 
She’s got two more to burn 
And he wants to go tomorrow 
Leave that crazy lady lonely 
But eighteen years ain’t pocket change So he’s thinking “If only” 

 

Peace 

We’re sailing our ship Straight into the tide 
But we’re losing our grip It’s just a matter of time We’re so lost God 

Upon this dark sea 
Save us from ourselves and set these selfish spirits free So that we can find Peace 

Why are we so alone 
While billions surround us 
Is he friend or is he foe 
It takes too much work to know 
And why do we justify this hate and pain in the name of pride Then there are those who’ll hide so they don’t have to be Somewhere they can find Peace 

The sun it does rise 
But does the day ever greet us 
Where we don’t have to devise 
This disguise to make it through 
So we continue, we gotta do what we gotta do 

We’re so lost God 
Why can’t you find us 
Save us from ourselves and set these selfish spirits free 
So that we can find, so that we can find, so that we can find Peace 

 

No Worries 

Im sailing my boat Im lost at sea 
With only a map To save me 

So I rip it up 
And give it to the wind 
Ill find my shore 
Ill find my shore from within And these voices in my head That fill me with so much doubt They give way to the sea 

No worries 
No worries now No worries 
No worries now 

This crazy tide, is pulling me Away from all that I know The only truth I believe 
So I just let go 

Give in and go with the flow 
Destiny rows, my destiny rows 
And even in the darkest night 
The moon and stars they shine upon the waves And they speak to my soul 

No worries 
No worries now No worries 
No worries now 

 

Stop Falling in Line 

I ride my horse without a saddle 
I wear my heart right on my sleeve I say my prayers before my battles But no one ever rescues me 

I saw a man giving a shoeshine 
I saw him get kicked in the face 
He told me what he thought success is 
It’s what you lose to win the race-so I said 

I think It’s time you stop falling in line and start Standing up and speaking out 
Cause it’s not a crime, and water’s never wasted on a fire That won’t burn itself out 

I’m sick and tired of the rejection But birds can’t fly out into space I’d like to own my own universe I’d like to live on more than faith 

I think It’s time we stop falling in line and start 
Standing up and speaking out 
Cause it’s not a crime, and water’s never wasted on a fire That won’t burn itself out 

Hey waiters bring us what we’ve ordered But you don’t serve us you serve yourselves We’re busting ass making a living 
And you’re busy stocking up your shelves 

If this is tea please bring me coffee If this is coffee bring me tea 

 

Free Up the Money 

I’m rich as hell compared to you 
It’s like I got a cold and you got the flu 
Stress is high but the paycheck’s low Communism derived from those who were poor Constitution was made so we all have a say 
So give a voice to those who work to get paid A democracy of money not a communist state Free up the money let us all have a say 

So I’m the turncoat you say 
“Where’s your red white and blue” Abandoned factories cut off at the knees Jobs and banking they’re overseas 
I don’t think it’s me I think it’s you 

Trust funder he says I’ll race you round the track 
And the winner takes all no looking back 
But he’ll be starting from the finish as a matter of fact When it’s all said and done I’ll be a mile back 

Is it all just a game with no rules who to blame? Both sides of the isle cause they’re all the same Helping the rich so they continue to play 
And we’re the fools in the stands 

On the left and right clapping Free up the money 

 

Bleed the Greed 

When Bernie Madoff with the old man’s pension Did we ever learn our lesson 
When will they pay for their transgressions 
Not today 

Check underneath the house you own Is it built on a bed of feathers? 
A good foundation’s tethered 
And won’t blow away 

We have to bleed the greed 

I don’t want to own the world 
I just want to get the girl 
And to live the kind of life once guaranteed But the money now it’s been spent 
It’s in the hands of the one percent 
Who won’t let you own, but rent 
And I’m begging you please 

We have to bleed the greed 

Tough times 
That’s a common plea 
Give him money and power And then we’ll see 
What kind of man he’ll be Would he bleed the greed? 

So you better dream big boy Or you better not dream at all Because they’ll be nothing here In the Middle 
If you fall 
“Thanks for shopping here sir” He says, with his two degrees It’s pay the bills, or freeze 
He’s begging you please 

Bleed the Greed 

 

Covid 19 

Children can’t play and Mommy and Daddy stopped workin’ An invisible thief on the street just might take you away 
One day were human, add fear and confusion 
We’re wild dogs 

I forgot how to hum 
Im uncomfortably numb Better stay 
Away 

Someday 
Well play together again Someday 
Well pray together Someday 
We’ll play together again Someday, someday 

I heard it’s a hoax from some powerful folks on the TV Afraid that their power’s eroding to powder from Covid 19 A leader of lies when reality cries mark your doors in red Bimbling bumbling constantly stumbling 
Say what needs to be said 

52,62,72, 12 
Nine months, ninety years when all as one, all is well 

 

Sins Left Untold 

I grew out my beard and hide under my hat I cover myself in images that 
Someday only the dark grave will see What I’m feasting on is feasting on me 

I’m stricken with pain and I’m riddled with guilt I hide behind walls that loneliness built 
Wine is much more than grapes on a vine 
Sins left untold will kill you in time 

If I'm the sum of my thoughts 
I'm a product of shame cause the eyes of a child Always finds self to blame 
So I’ll run and I’ll hide and I’ll numb what’s inside To abduct the abductor and transcend time 
These spirits imbibed me and blinded my eyes 
Is it truth that you see or just disguise 
Wine is much more than grapes on a vine 
Sins left untold will kill you in time 
Sever the head of unthinkable acts 
Shout it out loud or it slips through the cracks 
Just give it a name and thus make it real 
Or it hides near its prey in the grey to conceal 
Hate doesn’t t love and love cannot hate 
Patience is more than those who can wait 
Wine is much more than grapes on a vine 
Sins left untold will kill you in time 
Sins left untold will kill you in time 

 

Denial 

I’m a second class mystery make up my own history I don’t want it all I need everything 
I’m a twist of fate nothing scape 
You’re worst date cuz I ate 

My desert and yours before you could see 

And you’re denial, you’re denial I’m beautiful beautiful 
You’re denial, you’re denial 

I’m hallowed ground, hollow sound 
Pick you up to throw you down 
A knee to the neck of my enemy 
I’m the best of the finalists a medieval lyrist Son of man Son of Sam everything 

And your denial, denial is so beautiful, beautiful Your denial, your denial 

I’m a trick of the light, I am sin, wrong is right I’m a shrewd but confused armchair quarterback I’m the parting of ways, I’m the end of days Don’t blink I’ll be gone one, two three 

Just like that 

I’m the key to the factory, the golden menagerie A white house of cards calamity 
I’m an ocean of lies, I’m every disguise 
A collection of flies on a rotting catastrophe 

And the world is watching us 
Am I your king because I stand tall? You can’t make me bring my toys in But there’s an election in the fall 

 

Lay Down My Gun 

Do like the preacher taught us 
And if you’re Daddy ever caught us 
Every time we got together, like a fire through heather Try to stop us 

We’ve made it this far, without pickin’ that fruit It’s hanging so low that you can taste it 
Do you want to? 

It’s the craziest mission it’s a battle of attrition It’s a war that no one’s ever won 
Lay down my gun 

Let’s get off this highway, 
And slip into the woods 
Where only me and you know what we’re up to And we’re up to no good 

If I show you a little 
Will you show me a lot? 
Because it’s a long time coming Life is short let’s see what we’ve got 

It’s the craziest mission it’s a battle of attrition It’s a war that no one’s ever won 
Lay down my gun 

We both fought the good fight, but a bird in the hand Beats two in the bush you’re my baby and I’m your man 

 

Silence 

So many sleepless nights recounting wrongs and rights How did our love turn on a dime? 
I watched the gypsy flinch as she traced them inch by inch She’d never read a palm like mine 

Been drinking too much wine 
I’m angry all the time 
Let out the lion and caged the dove I can still feel your embrace 
But I wish I could erase 
The memory of your face, my love 

Business travels all alone 
But one button of your phone Showed me what you did with him I bloodied up your face 
Vows once spoken now disgraced Cast me out into oblivion 

So many letters written erased before they were sent You got the house and I pay the rent 
And I’m indifferent 
So many pictures, happy faces all in a box 

All the birds flew away in flocks The silence is deafening 

 

Never Alone 

I wrote this poem so it could lift you up 

I wrote this poem hoping to fill your cup 
Cause you think it’s the end but it’s just a bend in the road 

A circus juggler had nothing on you 
Ya better run when you protected your brood You gave all of yourself to our kids 
And this kid too 

Tiny footprints forever in the sidewalk No more fingers in the cookie dough The nest is empty it’s ok to be afraid but You’re not alone 

You’re not alone 

You say who am I now and where am I going? I tell you I love you so don’t bother knowing Stick with me in the moment and we’ll be ok 

Do you remember when it was just me and you Mountains and rivers and oceans of blue 
There was no one to stop us, nothing we couldn’t do 

Let’s go back there again, collect some new stories New places, new faces, and grandchildren born 
We’ll re-read the pages, and write the new stages of life You’re not alone 

 

Just Songs 

Songs, just songs 
Help me get through the day Songs just songs 
Wash all my troubles away 

I know a man with a guitar problem 
No space left on his wall 
I don’t understand it, why’s he even got em He can’t even play them all 

Songs, just songs 
Help me get through the day Songs just songs 
Wash all my troubles away 

I know a girl with an Amazon addiction No space left on her floor 
Maxed out cards and a notice of eviction Wolves are knocking down the door 

Songs, just songs 
Help me get through the day Songs just songs 
Wash all my troubles away 

And it’s time for a pause all this grasping at straws Has to end 
And when the party is over a new one spills over Again and again and again 

 

Scattered 

My life, an unorganized desk 
All these papers have been tattered 
I can’t find the staples, to hold it together Days, weeks, months, scattered 

I can’t write it down I got nothing to write with I’m looking around but there’s no clock on the wall What is that sound, is that my heart beating faster Just send me down, down to the lost and found 

Should I get up, on top of this desk 
And tuck myself under and get me some rest Or light up a match and burn it to cinders And start all over, or lord lord I’m a mess 

But every night it all goes so right 
I’m purposely practicing perfection 
But a nightmare begins where the dreaming ends A life of quiet desperation 

My life, an unorganized desk Days, weeks, months, scattered 

 

 

Navajo Nation 

Taught by his elders the ways of Mother Earth Fought for a country that threw away his worth Mud on his pants and blood on his shirt Homeless in the city 

I was working the south side for the local VA 
He was hangin with the homeless natives just a fifth away From oblivion or heaven flip a coin come what may Homeless in the city 

He spoke of Navajo Nation Being one with the land 
Of rotting foundations 
Said we’ve got to make a stand Coyote’s waiting, always hungry And he sows what he reaps 

You can’t wake a person Pretending to sleep 

I got him a place off MLK avenue 
Infested just like roaches once the word on the street grew 
He was their mat for the doorway, kept him high until he flew Homeless in the city 
Boxcars and bridges and stone cold underpasses 
It’s survival of the fittest this Marine has better chances 
Off the res where devils dine and dance on Manuelito’s grave The long walk’s never ending is there nothing more to say 

He spoke of Navajo Nation Being one with the land 
Of rotting foundations 
Said we’ve got to make a stand Coyote’s waiting, always hungry And he sows what he reaps 

You can’t wake a person Pretending to sleep 

 

How Lucky We Are 

Seven bucks a day for hostile fire pay 
Didn’t buy much when he got back home 
But then it just didn’t matter his soul was shattered And parts of his body were gone 
He did his damndest to drive her away 
When she said “talk to me baby”, he had nothin to say But Tommy started talkin’ 
And Katie was there always 

Now Katie’s making money cleaning rooms all day And slinging bottles at night 
Tommy gets up at o’dark thirty 
Hammer swinging by first light 

She’s in the east bound lane 
He’s headed west on a train 
They don’t dare blink when they pass in the night 
But the weekends are theirs and nothing compares to together, Your damn right 

Hitch the trailer to the truck throw a cooler of beer in the back Switchback high line the weekend’s their time 
No friendly fire or enemy attack 
The mountains are big, the sky’s even bigger 

Late at night when it’s shot full of stars 
They come to cleanse their soul and get back some control And talk about how lucky they are 

He said life’s a game of chance sometimes a slow dance To get to where you wanna be 
I’m gonna take a few classes GI Bill will make it happen Hold down the fort till we’re free 

Sure enough he walked across that stage 
In the blink of an eye their whole life changed And Katie and Tommy were together 
For the rest of their days, always 

 

Life Happened 

I’ve always been a dreamer But dreaming took me nowhere Because life happened to me Just when I got it planned out Just when I knew my route Life happened to me 

But every time I look deep into your eyes I know life happened to me 
And when you walk that line with me Every single time 

I know life happened to me 

I try to do my own thing Something that’s amazing But life happens to me They say be all you can be But it’s not all that easy When life happens to me 

Deep in my soul you know I know That life is not in my control 
So I keep looking for a sign 
That I’ve been moved by the divine So wind it up and let it go 

This world is spinning round it’s so Unpredictable you know 

Every time I look deep into your eyes I know life happened to me 
And when you walk that line with me Every single time 

I know life happened to me 

 

What Ya Leaving Me For 

Autumn breeze steals the leaves from their branches Early winter freeze bring the farmer to his knees 
All I know’s that this world bares no second chances For something once so perfect you and me 

Now you say you got a co-write down in Nashville 
I say I know a friend of a friend of Dylan so what the hell Are you leaving me for? 

Sunlight lit the snow on the coffee hills 
But I see em green, back when we took our first ride The promise of the day it filled my body 
Pressed against yours till we were doing double time 

I saw the man in the moon he was laughin’ at me 
I shot him the bird, spun round and spit in the wind 
It stung like needles, and it sucked the life right from me I swore at the lord till I couldn’t stand my own skin 
It’s cold, so cold 
It’s cold, so cold 

You say you got a co-write down in Nashville 
I say I know a friend of a friend of Dylan so what the hell Are you leaving me for? 

 

It’s a Good Life 

Quit my job and cashed it all in 
Alimony dilutes the sin 
Fueled up the bike I couldn’t take her call 
The wind dried the tears before they could fall 

Why such a riddle Lord, just give me a sign Your silence is mocking me 
I could lay this thing down sideways 
Bone and metal will grind 

I think that’s when he spoke to me 

He said it’s a good life, if you don’t weaken A good life if you don’t run 
She was a good wife, couldn’t be beaten Why are you riding so fast into the sun 

In Paris we were young and we were free 
“Another round of dreams for me and the lady” 
I was going to be a writer just like Hemingway and Yeats She made me feel immortal, like all the greats 

Would she take me back? 
Too many feeble excuses and deep apologies I’m on a one way track 
Searching for the man I once thought I could be 

Can you understand something without knowing why Can you give something up, without having tried 

 

Waiting on a Hurricane 

Rain mixed with tears on the front porch crying 
Just last week all was good he was flying 
He’s reaching for heaven, mention hell he starts smiling And he’ll play you like a violin 

He says gimme shelter give me peace of mind Give me beer or whiskey or a bottle of wine 
I fought for your freedom now give me back mine But it’s all just a line 

Cause I know he’s waiting on a hurricane 
I know he’s bound to take a dive 
Once more no more people to turn to 
Cause he took all their 20’s and gave em back dimes 

He talks of the father son and holy ghost 
But hell’s the place he visits the most 
But messes are made, someone failed at their post He’s starved for love, but won’t let you close 

Give him food, a bed, a roof over his head 
He’ll find a way to mess it up 
Please, please, please don’t throw me in the briar-patch Cause that briar-patch is hard luck 

 

Dust to Dust 

Dust to dust an eye for an eye 
New things will rust all things must die 
And in the end we pretend we set the world right So I’ll say a prayer or two tonight 
An act of war, start digging those graves Billboard sign up ahead says Jesus saves 
Kids on the playground they sound so full of life So I’ll say a prayer or two tonight 

What we’re fighting for they’re dying for 
Gift wrapped and sold once more, sold once more 

How it was 
Ain’t how it is 
I know that because 
I’ve got choices 
I can crash and burn 
I can rise above 
One thing I’ve learned 
Is this thing called love 
Love it gives more than it takes Hatred lives 
In a heart that breaks 
This thing is not hollow 
This thing can save 
And the path I’ll follow 
Is the one it paves 

 

40 Days in the Desert 

I lost myself among the ruble 
I’m a stranger to myself once more 
For every test I fail for every struggle 
I find myself knocking at the devil’s door 

Saying, Please let me in 
40 days in the desert I’ve been Please, let me in I’ve been 
40 days in the desert 

My angel is getting very tired 
All I need is some self control 
I pull him one step closer to the fire 
Cause I keep on knocking at the devils door 

Screaming, Please let me in 40 days in the desert I’ve been Please, let me in I’ve been 
40 days in the desert 

And they left their homeland standing tall All gave some 
Some gave all 
Yes they left their homeland standing tall All gave some 

Some gave all 

 

She Could Not Sit Still 

She saved me from herself 
A perfect picture of class and wealth All the guys left in her wake 
Took it on as their mistake 

We’d walk for hours arm in arm 
I asked her who had done her harm 
But she just smiled and talked about the weather I thought I could save her if we were together 

I told her I loved her she turned me away 
She told me she loved me but she couldn’t stay Cuz she could not sit still 

Men were her blankets for her storm Something safe and something warm But covers also smother 
So she’d run off to another 

This beautiful bird, she could not touch down I saw solid earth, she saw shaky ground 
And she could not sit still 

And when the days became too long She’d run a blade up and down her arm Turned up on edge until it bit 
It was the only time she’d sit 

The day came when it sunk too deep Now her story is mine to keep 

When I told her I loved her she turned me away She told me she loved me but she couldn’t stay She could not sit still, 
She would not sit still 

 

Empty Growlers 

On my shelf of empty growlers, well there’s gotta be ten Don’t speak her name, or I’ll fill ‘em again 
And one by one those memories come back to me 
The story never changes and it’s a painful read 

These empty growlers bookmark our life together One page one chapter at a time 
But just like our love, we used them all up 
So I’m filling em back up, to remember 

To forget her 

And those pictures of us, well they’ve all been burned But they’re still up in the cloud and they shall return After that first pint of pity, the second of sorrow 
The third and fourth of regret, the fifth and sixth Then it’s tomorrow 

And that one’s from the coast of Maine When all it ever did was rain 
The best weekend of my life 
This one’s the single track in Bend, That one’s the lakes of Michigan 

And this one’s when s She said she’d be my wife 

These empty growlers bookmark our life together One page one chapter at a time 
But just like our love, we used them all up 
So I’m filling em back up, to remember 

To forget her 

 

Elusive Wisdom 

When I need a floodlight, I get a spark 
Just enough to see my knees shaking here in the dark The wheels in my head, spinning round, spinning round My dreams go unsaid, so they never leave the ground And these elusive visions - masquerade as wisdom 

This fetal position don’t feel like submission 
Keeps me warm in the night when it’s cold when it’s cold In the day I’m afraid so I lay here in vain 
Getting old, getting old, getting old 
With these elusive visions that masquerade as wisdom 

Speak easy my friend got a lot to contend with The end of the world’s getting close, getting close I’ve yet to love and I still haven’t lived 
Can ya give me just a little, just a dose 

Of those elusive visions that masquerade as wisdom 

 

I Promise You 

Long blond hair and big blue eyes and 
I’d surprise you with a tale of wonder Just for you Magic wardrobes pirate ships We’d sail the seas right from your bed You’d hate to quit I did too 

So I promised you, we’d go there again tomorrow I promised you, I’d check on you while you sleep And where did all the time go well I’ll never know One foot forward at a time through junior high And all the trials of high school 

I’d talk you through the daily grind 
I’d say someday you’ll sail away 
From these damn fools 
And I promised you, high school was not forever 
I promised you, you’d be dancing on the moon 
And where did all the time go well I’ll never know 
The road can get rough but it’s waiting there for you 
And I’ve done enough, so just do the best that you can do Ride the wave when the tide is high 

And write a poem when you’re blue 
And never be the first to the party or the last to leave it too And I promise you, I’m just a call away 
I promise you, I can be there in a day 
But you can handle anything that comes your way 

I promise you 

 

Feeble Excuses Deep Apologies 

When this dreamer starts dreaming it’s a whole lotta fun But when the wheels start spinning, I get out and I run Load up the airstream baby, the leaves are turning 
But I can see it in your eyes this time, you’re not going 

That house in Two Bear, you made it a home 
Our trees finally took root there, the next year we were gone Bet you’d a been happy, bet I’d a been lonely 
Lonely for something, I’ll never come to know 

Who am I racing, what am I chasing 
When will I get there, and where will I be 
And why, do I do this to you, why do I do this to you 

I think I’ll write you a letter 
Seems the least I can do 
Probably wont make it better, but this dreamer needs hope now too Or I can write you a love song, maybe two or three 
But you’ve heard them all before, you’ve had enough of these 

Feeble excuses, deep apologies 
Have you had enough of me, enough of these Feeble excuses, deep apologies 
Have you had enough of me? 
You’ve had enough of me 

 

 

Facebook Friend 

Happy Birthday to you again 
All it took was just one blink from a 
Tire swing, club house and our secret knock To boardrooms, and an 80 hour week 
From your Facebook friend 

I see you hiked up Beacon Hill 
And fished the bend where we set up that still The boys look tall are they both playin ball 
I wish I had more time to call 

You and me we squeezed all of the life out of our little town With those buck fifty movies 
Cruising main till the car would run out of gas 
Who’d a known that right under our nose 

Was a little taste of something we’d never get a bite of again? My Facebook friend 

How can you share this leftist bullshit 
Look at me what have you ever done Business is business and money is money 
If you’d a left too you could a got you some 

Which star did you aim for 
Believe me I’m not keeping score 
But you got nothing to your name 
But that simple life, those simple ways 
You were Huck Finn and I wasTom Sawyer Friends till the end but the end was much closer Than we ever knew 

You got two jobs that don’t pay one dime 
Give me a dollar, I’ll turn it into nine 
I’m posting pictures of places I’ve been 
You’re sharing pics of your wife and your children 

 

Too Young To Know 

Jenny, Jenny who could you turn to? I gave you something that you could hold on to. Two different people, two different reasons for this. You were the fuel I was the match, we both were attached; you to the warmth, me to the heat with me you felt so complete. I had a home yours was bleak was I using you, or were you using me? Too young to know, so how could we know better? We thought we had it all, we thought we had it forever. If I knew then what I know now, I’d say I’m sorry Jenny, I didn’t know what to be sorry for. Well, you backed me in a corner after all that we’d been through, those wedding bells were calling, but I turned a deaf ear to them...and you. That night at the high school dance I couldn’t find you your friends said you left town, I didn’t leave town behind you. I never heard from you, I never ever saw you again. Too young to know, so how could we know better? We thought we had it all we thought we had it forever. If I knew then what I know now, I’d say I’m sorry Jenny, I didn’t know what to be sorry for. Telephone rings in the middle of the night she says, “Dad” she says,“Dad!” Twenty years gone by, I drop the phone and I cry, I’m her Dad - I’m her Dad. I told her we were too young to know, so how could we know better? We thought we had it all, we thought we had it forever. If I knew then what I know now, I’d say I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’m sorry! Too young to know so how could we know better, we thought we had it all we thought we had it forever. 

If I knew then, what I know now I’d say I’m sorry Jesse, I didn’t know what to be sorry for. 

 

The First Thing Tomorrow 

It’s bound to happen all over again so 
You gotta have a sixth sense you gotta feel it in the wind Cause the bullet it hits you 
Before the gun can even make a sound 
I got leaving down to an art 
She don’t know I’m only playing a part 
I even fooled myself into thinking I could settle down 

So the first thing tomorrow, the last thing I’ll do Is write her a letter, say it’s me it’s not you 
And on a cold and lonely morning 
I’ll head on down that old road of excuse 

Tell myself that she deserves better, and I got nothin to lose I don’t mean to cause her any pain 
It just happens but all the same 
I know who to blame for the rain that’s now pouring on her I had a bride to be and though I begged and pleaded 

She up and left with my best friend she needed Something more, I couldn’t even, even the score I know that I love her but does she feel like I do I just can’t discover the same scene 
Act two 
So the first thing tomorrow, the last thing I’ll do Is write her a letter, say it’s me it’s not you 
And on a cold and lonely morning 
I’ll head on down that old road of excuse 
Tell myself that she deserves better, 
And I got nothin to lose 

 

Mud Puddles in the Rain 

I’ve been waiting to meet you Don’t even know your name I can already see you 
Can’t wait for the day 

When I can tell you a story 
Sing you a song 
Rock you to sleep in my arms 
Make everything right that went wrong 

Mud puddles in the rain 
We’ll hit the pool on a hot summer day Pile the leaves in the yard lets play 
And like that snowman time melts away 

But your always my little boy And I’m always your dad And time it just happens 
For good or for bad 

And I just had a vision 
Is it you is it me? 
A bright eyed little baby boy Bouncing on Daddy’s knee 

 

Fragments 

Fragments on the edge of knowing 
How your life’s unfolding who are you? 
Patience, patience isn’t stopping 
It’s waiting while your walking till it comes in view 

Who are you, who are you? 
Wash the window see the view 
Is something right in front of you? You’ve got the key, let yourself in Are you ready to live life again? 

I will climb, higher farther faster than you I’ll be feeling better than you too 
Once I’m there, I need another mountain But my world is down below 

I don’t know what to do 

He said 
Daddy tell another story 
I don’t care if it’s boring if it comes from you He looks up 
Says what’s your favorite color 
I say blue 
He says mine too 

This love 
Is not a love like any other 
Not a vibrant flower that just blooms 
He looks up and says what’s your favorite color I say blue 
He says 
I’m gonna be just like you 

 

The Barn On The Hill 

Tired and groggy, I’d eat breakfast 
Staring outside the kitchen window 
I’d marvel at the orange ray of sunlight that would knife through The back wall of the barn then 
Exit through a hole in the loft 
It looked like the tattered hole 
Where mice had gnawed through the corner of my grandfather’s Thatched fishing creel 
A single beam of light transformed and spread upward and Outward into the sky -God’s oriental fan 
The old barn on top of the hill 
Once sturdy, big and red 
Logged time 
Snapshots of him, bookmarked my childhood 
Always there, standing proud 
He was a guardian watching over me 
When he still had decent posture and some color to his face he’d See me off to school 
Where my favorite activities were lunch, recess and class parties 
As he slumped and faded, 
Looking like a loosely woven basket 
Weathered from the sun and rain 
I was busy with ball practice, drivers education 
And newfound freedom 
With only his tilted framework intact 
Bowing a stoic goodbye 
I went away to college 
Home on spring break sitting in my old familiar spot 
At the kitchen table 
I smell the bacon cooking, notice the rays of sunlight creeping Over the hill, through the kitchen window, dancing off the Particles of misty steam 
I follow that ray of light onto my empty plate, then back to the Window, and up onto the horizon- 
Also empty 
It is gone 
And as I sip my cup of black coffee I realize... 
So is my childhood 

 

A Room 

Two walls and a ceiling converge to one point The floor is jealous 
Suddenly he realizes that it is not jealousy he feels For he knows the walls as she does 

It’s that he will never touch her They can only relate to one another And imagine 

Monday Morning 

Leaping off the edge 
Catching air in my lungs 
Like the first breath of a newborn 
Adolescence 
Landing, laughing knee deep in coal slag 
Smell the bitter tang of the earth 
Feel the grit between your teeth 
See the shiny black smooth waves 
Hear the piercing call of the coffee maker 
The bitter, earthy smell of espresso blend 
I sit alone at the kitchen table 
Staring into the burnished black coat of my Labrador retriever The kids are still in bed 
And I am late for work 

 

A Penny In His Pocket 

Sustenance gives way to superfluous In the river of acquisition 
Performance appraisals in robotic form Steal or be stolen, break or be broken 

He parts his hair with precision Wearing his suit with confidence In this world - no second chance In this world of giants 

And so he counts 

Five, ten, fifteen, twenty, twenty five, a thousand Ten thousand, a million 

And the world is but a penny in his pocket 

 

The Rhythm That Surrounds Us 

Angus pepper an open field 
Laced with aspen dressed in autumn A flock of waxwings seem so surreal Like a school of fish above water 
In October's aquarium 

(Beginning of a daydream) 

Bovine bellow the sounds of rush hour Where talk radio exploits intimacy Billboards brandish excess 
So I compare what they're selling 

To get to what they're selling there 

The city’s race the pace too much to stand 
One massive blood letting exodus 
Their hearts now beat to the pulse of this land And they dance to the rhythm that surrounds us 

(The daydream ends) 

A grey owl silently rises Upon the breath of God Light filtered 
By the edge of the day Unveils a new dimension And so 

I contemplate heaven 

 

Bluebird 

Bluebird 
We’ll call her bluebird 
Because it’s the color of her eyes Just like a little bluebird 
Our little bird will touch the sky 

And I see them as I walk the countryside So I guess we’ll never have to say goodbye 

Bluebird 
Her name is bluebird 
Because she’s as pure as a bluebird’s song But when the day’s done and there’s no sun Our little bird sings all night long 

And I see them as I walk the countryside So I guess we’ll never have to say goodbye 

Now your time has come bird 
To spread your wings and fly bird But don’t you fly away bluebird 

Bluebird 
I love you bluebird 
No matter where you choose to fly I’ll be, I’ll be here waiting 
With one eye on the sky 

I have never been good at goodbyes 
So I guess I’ll go and walk the countryside