Songs

 
There are always two sides to the story - two halves to the whole - like two peas in a pod…
When a run away truck goes astray - my oh my how lucky we are if we can just jump and hit the ground running...
Sometimes people decide to jump off that bridge, but on the way down it changes. So goodbye to my friend and I just wish it would have ended up differently...
Why does the blood pump through my heart, and why did I get a chance to start?
This is a fine line we live, a line so thin, like a razors edge, but we keep going along on that narrow road...
When the first shots ring out on a soldier in Vietnam, and this is how it went, but so much a mystery it still remains...
Where and why, where and why, where and why...
When love leaves to a far away place, you stay alert, chase after it, and do whatever you can to find it again...
So I too am like you, stuck with the words of the mind, the eye eternally watching over me, in a quest to avoid madness...
From Death Valley out over the grade, these poor beasts of burden worked until they died, living like they did as day after day they went up just to come down...
To all my sailor friends, and those a pirate may have a likening too...
Does the earth know its this old...