Since you've gone I been lost without a trace
I dream at night I can only see your face
I look around but it's you I can't replace
I feel so cold and I long for your embrace
I keep crying baby, baby please
Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
I'll be watching you
Human beings make life so interesting. Do you know that in a universe so full of wonders, they have managed to invent boredom? -Terry Pratchett
won't you meet me in Montana
I wanna see the mountains in your eyes
I've had all of this life I can handle
meet me underneath that big Montana sky
"Sentiment without action is the ruin of the soul." - Edward Abbey
"In those days I, Daniel, was mourning three full weeks. I ate no pleasant food, no meat or wine came into my mouth, nor did I anoint myself at all, till three whole weeks were fulfilled." Daniel 10:2-3
I was coming down the mountain
I met a child, man!
She had pin eyes
We had the same opinion
Had the same opinion
She was holding it back
Hurt so bad
Just one night in my flesh
Said I, you
Better cash in.
Cash in now baby
And I kissed a girl with a broken jaw that her father gave to her.
She had eyes bright enough to burn me. They reminded me of yours.
And In a story told she was a little girl in a red-rouge, sun-bruised field
and there were rows of ripe tomatoes where a secret was concealed.
And it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands.
And it stretched for centuries to a diary entry’s end
where I wrote,
You make me happy
oh when skies are gray.
You make me happy oh when skies are gray, and gray, and gray.
"It is not length of life, but depth of life." ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
You walked up to me and you said
Did I make mistake?
Some nights I feel so naked
I could use a twist of fate
There's a sermon I heard the other day
Confused me so I looked the other way
I'm watching you now
With a whole lotta love to give
I'm just trying to write it down
While I still remember it
The winds are cold but not yet
It's not yet December
Fireballs bursting in the sky
Wasaga Beach, first of July
You said to me
I gotta whole lotta love to give
I'm half crazy, eyes are heavy
If I can't be with you I would much rather be very dead