“Look at me right in my eye I told you “I swear I’m her guy” I see the smile from miles away And I can tell it’s her I can always tell it’s from a silly voice I did Just to tell her that her toast was ready , it’s not a lie I can walk with her for miles and miles Just to hear what she says about the trees and the bugs Could you tell me the same! I bet you wouldn’t know her favorite brand of milk Or the jelly she wants on her toast, or the the way she likes her beef and broccoli. These are all levers I can’t stop thinking about The flowers I want to buy her just to see that 50 yard smile stretch across her face. And that’s why I’m her guy”
Through the thick blankets of snow There lies a passage no one knows Its hidden and warm, without any light To some concerned may seem alright But little saint nicolas, grumpy and stern Grows quite a fright, of which to concern. Small children who dare cause such a racket Every small misdeed, you know, he will track it. For small he may be, the wrath is mighty So listen to mommy, and keep that room tidy Little Saint Nick fear not a man For little Saint Nick will rip them by hand He’ll rip and he’ll shred, with out any doubt So not a quiver, no not even a pout Little Saint Nick a force for a fright So turn of the light now, goodnight child Goodnight
My Thoughts are all erratic I wander the plains of the earth Seeking wonder in plain clothes I seek the glory from the discouraged I seek the pain of the ashamed In the desolate ties of the mind I seek the power of an open mind Call me back like a bomb Ready to ignite Excite, engulf, engage Like a bomb Ready to ignite Excite, engulf, engage
When I died, my shadow decided, they would take over Take a look or a glance, over my left shoulder They’d find the husk of who I was Sit in silence by myself just because Think clear, speak loud, things I’d never do But loud and clear my shadow pulls through Separated by the light and the dark There two sides to every coin Too strong to pull apart But now I’m gone the dark takes over Gone away now The lights gone away Gone away now A new day now
High above the city Or at least of what remains Washed away the promise Of a new and hopeful day Cascade the memory Of a happy yesterday High above the city We live amongst the clouds High above the city For yesterday, look down High above the city High above the city
High above the city the profit margin rose “That’s someone else’s problem” As their greed it only grows Your just going and naive they said As I stare along the roads How could this happen Alongside an old sign everything is dead A sign is seen, a sign is missed, long ago was something But now it allows nothing Not even rows of crows To pick apart what’s left