waiting on perfect

While I was waiting on those perfect words,
to write your perfect sonnnngggg,

i remember it all.... so vividly,
the memories echo... through my mind,
the words you said... the way you smiled,
how could i'''... be so blind,

the conversation see'''med... to want to flow,
it came ou'''t... pure as rain,
while we''''.. were stuck there...lost in time,
my world just...seemed to cha''nge,

but somehow'''.... i had left that night,
with nothin'... but a name,
and a hope and prayer that just maybe,
our paths would cross again some day,

i guess i was waiting on'... the perfect words,
to write that'... perfect song,
looking forrrrr'... the perfect time,
that i'... could just sing along,

waiting for'''.... that magic place,
to wri'te that.... perfect rhyme,
that would lead us... to another day,
waiting...as it all just passed me by,

there came me....

momma was a good lil’ girl.. till daddy come along,
got a ticket to the concert show.. where she heard him sing his song,
and she was gone…
gone… aint never been back again,
yeah she was gone.. lonnnnggg gone,
like a gypsy flower blowin’ in the wind,

a few months later in some town... on down the road,
the sheriff shining his spot light.. caught himself quite a show,
ohhhh.. there they were,
high as hell.. swimmin’ naked in the creek,
whooo-ohhh-ohhh... and 9 months later,
whooooo-ooooohhhhh.. there come me,

wild and free,
whoo-oohhh... a gypsy child born upon a dream,
whoooo-ohhhh-ohhh… there come me,

momma'd sing me lullabies at night.. while daddy was on the road,
we’d sit and count the days and nights… till daddy’d be comin’ home,
so we could sing,
lord yes we gonna sing,
whooo-ohhh-ohhhh, mom, and dad, and me,

then one day uncle sam come calling.. took daddy on off to war,
he come back home a few years later.. but he didn’t sing no more,
it must have been,
alllllll the damn things he’d done and seen,
nooo-ohh-ohhh.. but when he come home... no longer would he sing,

some years later I went and found me... daddy's old guitar,
taught myself to pick a tune... and now'owwwww here we are,

wild and free,
whoo-oohhh-ohhh... a gypsy child born upon a dream,
whoooo-ohhhh-ohhh… here come me,

one day i come home high as hell... trying to sneak in the back door,
and I caught daddy listenin’ to my songs.. tapping his feet on the floor,
just like a dream,
ohhhohh-how sweet it was when I heard daddy sing,
whooo-ohhh-ohhh... there come me,

as you can see, whhhoooo-ohhh-ohhh,
I never chose this life, nooo-ooohh-ohh it done choooose me,
whooohhh-oohhh-ohhh... wild and free,
whhooo-ohhh.. a gypsy child born upon a dream,

whooo-ohhh-ohhh.. there come me

(fading)
momma was a good lil girl.. till daddy came along,
got a ticket to the concert show.. where she heard him sing his song,
whoo-ohhh-ohh, and then came me….

i had written it all wrong

with a broken bottle full of empty dreams…
lost somewhere along this old highway,

i ordered up another round…
to wash on down the bitter taste of never-mind…
before I got back on my way,

flash photography of years gone by…
running back inside my mind,
and how those memories I had tried to trap down…
within my rhymes,

the misinterpretations that I sometimes get…
couldn’t be blamed on the words…
for which they came,

but only by the distortion and corruption of…
the delusion of the way this world has told us…
it had to be,

for the truth we know inside us lord…
and it tries to find its way out…
from time to time,

all I can do is pick up a pen…
and write in on a bar napkin…
before they throw me out again…
saying you've had too much my friend…
and I have to go and stumble on my way,

many times the words don’t come out right…
distorted by the climate that I’m in,
and it wasn’t till after many a year gone by…
that i realized I had written it all wrong,

see the hero always get’s the girl…
the villain never gets away…
and karma is more than my stripper friend…
who left me broke and busted…
on the side of that cold highway,

politicians are always looking out for you…
and don’t you ever doubt their words…
because their words are always true,

and good hard work and sacrifice…
always leads to better days and nights,
and no one ever got ahead…
by knocking someone else down,

and the musicians that win the awards…
well…
that's always because of the way they sound,

good guys never finish last…
our mistakes stay in the past…
and there’s always a silver lining…
to every storm,

and if you’re eating up any of this shit…
I’m gonna go out back and take a piss…
and this guitar will play the rest…
and you can just sit there and sing along,

the misinterpretations that I sometimes get…
couldn’t be blamed on the words…
for which they came,

but only by the distortion and corruption of…
the delusion of the way this world has told us…
it had to be,

for the truth we know inside us lord…
and it tries to find its way out…
from time to time,

all I can do is pick up a pen…
and write in on a bar napkin…
before they throw me out again…
saying you've had too much my friend…
and I have to go and stumble on my way, but many times the words don’t come out right…
distorted by the climate…
that I’m in,

and it wasn’t till after many a year gone by…
that i realized I had written it all wrong,

Gone but not forgotten

ashes to ashes.. and dust to dust,
back to the earth.. from which you came,
you may be gone.. but not forgotten,
Lord how many lives.. you changed,

we lay you in the.. ground tomorrow,
tonight your body we.. gather round,
paying tribute.. to all the memories,
even in this sadness.. I can't be down,

oh how we laughed at.. all the stories,
many I wouldn't.. dare to tell,
with you my friend.. it was never boring,
we sure did our share of.. raising hell,

ashes to ashes.. and dust to dust,
back to the earth.. from which you came,
you may be gone.. but not forgotten,
Lord how many lives.. you changed,

you sure lit up.. any room you entered,
lifted me up anytime.. I felt down,
got us out of any trouble,
just by flashing.. that ornry smile,

oh dear god.. how were gonna miss you,
can't believe.. your really gone,
but those memories.. will live forever,
with those left to.. carry on,

ashes to ashes.. and dust to dust,
back to the earth.. from which you came,
you'll never.. be gone or forgotten,
not with.. how many lives you changed,

we lay you.. in the ground tomorrow,
tonight your body.. we gather round,
paying tribute to.. all the memories,
even in this sadness.. I can't be down,

they say every end.. is a beginning,
and every beginning.. is an end,
so i guess until i meet you on the other side,
ill be down here missing you my friend,

cant you just leave us one angel...

they say the good die young,
but do you have to prove us that again,
im asking just this once,
can you just bless us with more time with our friend,

he's always been the sunshine,
even through the pouring rain,
could laugh his way through anything,
never showed a sign of pain,

i know you need your angles,
to help you with the fight,
i know those damn demons,
i wrestle with them every night,

he's always been a good soldier,
with everything he'd ever do,
from standing tall for us in the desert,
to teaching a kid to tie his shoe,

he never let the darkness or fear drag him down
through the worst of anything he still played the clown,

always had us laughing always raising hell,
that ornry little smile we all go to know so well,

he's got a wife and family,
and a future going strong,
you can put me in his place if you need to,
for all that ive done wrong,


i know you need your angles,
to help you with the fight,
against those damn demons,
i wrestle with them every night,

he's always been a good soldier,
with everything he'd ever do,
from standing tall for us in the desert,
to teaching a kid to tie his shoes,

he never let the darkness or fear drag him down
through the worst of anything he still played the clown,

always had us laughing, always raising hell,
that ornry little smile, we all go to know so well,

good god we need our angels, down here just the same,
if you havent noticed, this worlds going up in flames,

with all thats caving in around us,
do you really need to call home,
one of the few angels among us,
not afraid to bare the load,


do you think just maybe, this time you could spare,
not for his sake, but for the same of us down here,
i know this might sound greedy, but i dont wanna let him go,
and im gonna have to understand, if you decide to call him home,


i know you need your angles,
to help you with the fight,
against those damn demons,
i wrestle with them every night,

he's always been a good soldier,
with everything he'd ever do,
from standing tall for us in the desert,
to teaching a kid to tie his shoes,

he never let the darkness or fear drag him down
through the worst of anything he still played the clown,

always had us laughing, always raising hell,
that ornry little smile, we all go to know so well,

if your calling home this angel,
just answer one prayer from me,
teach me to be half the angel,
while im down here that was he,

repeats the curse

hurry up fast forward, now put it in reverse,
just like a soap opera, repeats the curse,
she knocks it all down, to build it back up again
grabbing on to anything, she can squeeze in her hands,

afraid to let go and let things be
just like saran wrap she likes to cling
she knows what she wants all the time,
right up until she changes her mind,

afraid to let go, afraid to hang on,
afraid of loosing anything she lays her eyes upon,

she lost herself a long time ago,
now lost it the world, doesnt know how to flow,

trying to find herself a better way,
trying so damn hard, she chases it all away,
hoping somewhere to find a better day,
oh why's this world gotta be this way,

loosen up and be in it

you gotta loosen up and be in it,
thats whatcha gotta do,
gotta set your spirit free,
this worlds for you,

if you spend your time worrying,
it'll pass you right by,
if you think that you can change it,
go head and try,

you can spend your time a fretting,
cause its not what you like,
but your gonna miss all the good times,
they gonna pass you right by,

you gotta loosen up and be in it,
thats whatcha gotta do,
gotta set your spirit free,
this worlds for you,

if you spend your time worrying,
it'll pass you right by,
if you think that you can change it,
go head and try,

there is something to be said,
for justa going with the flow,
it’s a long road ahead,
where it goes no one’l know,

you can spend your time a planning,
worrying how its gonna go,
but its never gonna be perfect,
you gotta learn to let it flow,

you gotta loosen up and be in it,
thats whatcha gotta do,
gotta set your spirit free,
this worlds for you,

if you spend your time worrying,
it'll pass you right by,
if you think that you can change it,
go head and try,

but if you spend your time a fretting,
cause its not what you like,
your gonna miss all the good times,
they gonna pass you right by,

you gotta loosen up and be in it,
thats whatcha gotta do,
gotta set your spirit free,
this worlds for you,

if you spend your time worrying,
it'll pass you right by,
if you think that you can change it,
go head and try,