LATCH
Again again again! Of course, a trail…
I’ll make a pass at you if all else fails
The time for ending is about to start
I’ll make a promise not to break your heart
You’re the first one to latch onto me of your own free will
Can I tell all my friends I am no longer free and single?
Relinquish, relinquish I see the light
A sunny afterthought to curb your fear for twilight
Again again again you’re on my arm
Will you feel the same when I have lost my charm?
You’re the first one to latch onto me of your own free will
Can I tell all my friends I am no longer free and single?
RELIEF
One thing hurt today straight from
a hover of talking in terms of right and wrong
Someone stemmed the words
no more fingers on why it is taking me so long
To be a man of fear sometimes
To learn to sense the losing fight
In every moment that I try to share relief I see a little light
Once you claim your own garden
or plush sovereign metropole your status will be tall
No one feels the need to propagate
or intercept; eradicate the claim over us all
To be a man of fear sometimes
To learn to sense the losing fight
In every moment that I try to share relief I see a little light
HOMERUN
Early morning, catch the post
I try to make first mail to let you know I’ll be free on time
If you prefer, I won’t come alone
I’m only one season away from the bloody homerun
Memories, memories; low days I revel in a reticent haze
I know I know I know it won’t be too long
before I’m lying at ease on the backyard lawn
MY OLD FRIEND
My old friend waged everything on going ahead to a place
so we couldn’t share a sorry end
moral-spent; in the last few days i had done what I mean
but I didn’t mean what I said
The more I know the feeling in the undertone
I have a relieving sense of knowing I was letting go
More and more I’m drawn to discovering
every little failure takes you to your mother’s knee
Class this poor lass over me brothers
I’m done with the need for a quick recovery
And the more I know, escaping from the underclass
you had a relieving sense of knowing you were traveling really fast
PART OF AN ELABORATE DREAM
You may try to find a little piece of mind
seems like everybody else knows how to live with ease
You may like to know a little love in your life
seems like everybody else does
You may try to sense some comfort in
knowing how hard I try
with every given hour comes perfect time to please
And while I’m often up a little too late some nights
It feels like part of an elaborate dream
FENCES
I won’t wait here
standing so clear
I’ve been unsure my whole life
all we’ve got is time
to watch new york
go to san francisco
We’ll find a new home
what do we know?
you’ve got to wonder
how it all goes
will you find god
or get a real job?
to watch new york
go to san francisco
We’ll find a new home
well what do we know?
Calm
I just couldn’t take the strain
that’s the trouble with me and my course mouth
and worse brain
the second I knew that some friends can slide
I soon realized I failed to have tried
at least for a little white
A version of who I was
I’m the double of a kid when I fear the unpleased slow applause
the second you find your great life-long dream
would you sell it to me, or better still sell it me please?
I’m trying to hear the calm
I’m leaving a trail for my calm
to see me and take a subtle hold of the harm
I’m eager to make amends
with a bit of give and take I’m sure i can make some better friends
as long as they know that i won’t let go
they can hang around me
until i feel it’s time to end
I’m trying to hear the calm
I’m leaving a trail for my calm
to see me and take a subtle hold of the harm
older
the other day on the train
you asked me “are we going to get old?’
“Older, we are young! Don’t be so sure…
Look at us, where we live
in the age of medicine
we’ll live to a hundred, maybe more
I don’t know”
we get older
It don’t mean you have to cry
we all get older
it won’t be the last goodbye
some of us have our off-days
lost in our meanders and losing the wonder
that we have in our hearts
look at where we ought to be
growing old gracefully
playing a chord in nature’s scale
senseless even trying to part
we get older
It don’t mean you have to cry
we all get older
it won’t be the last goodbye
response
suddenly
i find myself immersed and I want to be free
the ocean’s law
the kind of holding breath you know will get the better of me
this is the last response
to govern a caring aim
this is the last response
and i will never feel the same
i’m caught in a sense
a sense of awkward curing only those not on the land
don’t measure as an ex-inhaled expense
i’m not alone
i’m traveling far, a curious leap
but i can see clear into the deep as i stare at out parents
this is the last response
to come from a caring soul
this is the last response
i’m just glad i still feel whole