White Lines

my eyes are peeled but my mind won’t yield
to the white lines on the road…

there’s a face talking at me
but I don’t know his name
he don’t know how he got here
or why he even came
the floor and ceiling are spinning
my fast decline has slowed
the bartender pours me a free one
a toast for the open road

I’ve got eight beers behind me
and six exits left to go
my eyes are peeled but my mind won’t yield
to the white lines on the road…

the night is getting darker
the lights so bright they glow
I can remember everything she said
if I forget everything else I know
dodging raindrops through my haze
swaying back and across I’ve won it and lost
in a game too costly to play

I can’t remember anything she said
as long as I take it all in
and then let it go to my head…

I’ve got eight beers behind me
and a long way to go
my mind is peeled but my eyes won’t yield
to the white lines on the road

What A Beautiful Dream

it's a fragile thought
you can never make stand
a bird in flight unable to land...
it's a wish you can never make real
a shallow truth...
no matter how deeply you feel

it's the birth of magic
that never survives
a ship at sea that never arrives
it's a voice looking to be found
a walk on thin ice...
looking for solid ground

it's a beautiful dream...fading away
a midnight smile
that will never see the light of day
it's a beautiful dream...you've got to let go
no amount of hoping will make it so

it's a perfect cloud turning to haze
a postcard sunset slipping under the waves
it's a beautiful dream
you can never make last
a feather on the wind falling fast...
it's a beautiful dream
what a beautiful dream...

Too Many Hours To Go

looking at the better half’s
where each man plans…and God laughs
too many hours you owe
to let your mind wander
in a place you don’t have to go

cooking a story to tell
a heaven on earth…all gone to hell
too many hours to steal
to lay down your hand
on a wish that’s not real

too many hours to go
there’s no one who understands you
better than you know…
too many hours left to go
you can’t stand and plant seeds
you won’t sit down and watch grow…

The Wounded Mile

the shadows crawl on the overpass wall
they come and they go, they rise and they fall
I watch headlights on a distant bridge
they race and disappear like Lemmings from a cliff

its ten cents to midnight
as every part of me gathers around
to hear the stars announce
that there are no answers to be found
and the moon wears a crooked smile
giving just enough light to illuminate
the wounded mile

I walk in the park, its warm and its dark
a point to be driven home, misses its mark
words play on in an endless loop
as my love becomes the heart quickly duped

its ten cents to midnight
as I put out my hand
every answer is hard to find
but very easy to understand
and the moon wears a crooked smile
giving just enough light to illuminate
the wounded mile

The Midnight Rogue

dressed in his leather
ready to explode
there’s no play in his heart
he’s not for show…

a friend to the night
and all its dark corners
he takes no prisoners
and gives no warnings

he’s seen many sunsets
in the morning of his life
he’s eyed weary
at both ends of a knife
and for the midnight rogue
there aren’t any wrongs to make right

he doesn’t bend to
the truth of what is real
he only goes by
the way that he feels…

undressed to the weather
his friend and foe
he’s wired up inside
ready to blow
and for the midnight rogue
there is no other way to go

The Maze

watching the ocean, staring at waves
there's no way of knowing your way in the maze
I started my journey with time to decide
when and where I was going
on the narrow and wide...
I looked out for danger, I did what I could
but now I'm a stranger
in my own neighborhood
watching the ocean, staring at waves
there's no way of knowing your way in the maze

the cold nights have hidden
the whites of their eyes
where love is forbidden
is where all hope dies...
if you're wearing confusion
you are never alone
don't believe the illusion
you're any closer to home

I was a good boy, I followed the rules
but now I'm the captain
on this ship of fools
lost on the ocean, riding the waves
there's no way of knowing your way from the maze
I picked up my memories and started to run
but the road only led me back where I had begun
there are walls all behind me
and I'm walking in a daze
if I fall you will find me
alone in the maze

The Jigsaw Man

he picks up all the pieces
puts them all together
into something he can understand
moves one foot in front of the other
the life and times of the jigsaw man….

he has a heart women have to break
broken apart like a bad mistake
unfulfilled dreams and everything seems
like an empty hand he is forced to play

a smile as he watches the sun arrive
lays his head back and takes a long drive
into another appealing extreme
where he can skip all the introductions
and plan the next heartbreak to dream

day after night he looks for a soft stare
he knows he’ll have to pull it out of nowhere
closes his eyes he rehearses all the whys
as if anyone would really care

he picks up all the pieces
puts them all together
into something he can understand
moves one foot in front of the other
the life and times of the jigsaw man….