Late To The Game

We never mean to break a heart
We never mean to make love cry
Meanwhile young dreams die in the dark
Meantime who dares to question why
Better some things are left undone
Better some things are left unsaid
Better to face a loaded gun
Armed with a faith to raise the dead

Late to the game is better than never
Late to the game and one strike remains
Two outs, no runs, all bases loaded
Step to the plate it’s not too late to show up
Late to the game.

If we achieved all we intend
If we could be all we proclaim
Maybe we‘d find that in the end
The aim of life was to take aim

Every journey ever taken started with one step
While the watching world keeps waiting
For what hasn’t happened yet
Trying too hard can be exhausting
Not hard enough can leave you poor
Maybe all that we’re asked is to be
True to ourselves and nothing more

Late to the game is better than never
Late to the game and one strike remains
Two outs, no runs, all bases loaded
Step to the plate it’s not too late to show up
Late to the game.

Sad Holiday

Was it sorrow who drove the boy to the bridge?
Sweet depression who whispered why should you live?
Why take up space in world that won’t give
Time to the poor and the lonely?
It’s a terrible thing when emotions implode
When liquids and powders are passionless roads
Traveled by many too many to know
How does one stop the erosion?
Siren choirs sing an urgent refrain
Red bucket swings from iron rod frame
Salvation bells ring, mercenaries campaign
While the wheels of commerce just roll
Above the skyline
Angels are crying
Aware of the chiming
And for whom the bells toll
It’s a long way to fall from the sky to the ground
To go to such lengths when there’s no one around
No thought or care for the souls still left bound
To make sense of a distressed decision
No camera rolling when he stepped from the ledge
No press release to the national press
Seems that no one who knew could care any less
It’s another sad holiday story

Song for Eric

Like the first time I learned about sickness
Aches in my stomach dizzy and drained
I recalled all of the longing for healing
Wishing and feeling so helpless again

Oh if I could write something meaningful
Oh if I could speak it to you
Oh if I could tell you you're beautiful
Back up against the wall
Transcending protocol
Head high and standing tall
Singing so true

Like the last time I saw California
Ash on the sidewalk, Dust on my shoes
You sang my pain made it so musical
After the rain the skies became blue

Oh if I could write something meaningful
Oh if I could speak it to you
Oh if I could tell you you're beautiful
Back up against the wall
Transcending protocol
Head high and standing tall
Singing so true

Stranger than dreams is this thing called reality
Allowing extremes to define or confine
Nothing can comfort or assuage mortality
Like surrendering fear to all that's Divine

Music is playing so low and so moving
Walking on a wire, scratch at the door
Beyond the pale broken moon legacy
If I was the rain oh how I would pour
Desperate to make the call
Damned if I know at all
Noone gets out of here alive

Can't Catch Me

Out on the edge of the roof looking down
I've been watching the folks that are gathering round
Been here for an hour or was it a half
Been sizing up people they just make me laugh
Ha ha ha
He he he
you can’t catch me!

Tiny dark faces are all that I see
Are those little bastards laughing at me
They learned how to creep and they learned how to crawl
But never really learned to speak English at all
Ha ha ha
He he he
you can’t catch me!

When I was a boy everything was just fine
I learned how to talk to walk the straight line
I was told more than once I should learn to be kind
But I never could kiss anybody’s behind
I'm a lot older and I guess I should know
But I'm here on the roof I guess I’m the show
Ha ha ha
He he he
you can’t catch me!

Still I love a party and to have a good time
Now I’m going to party like the party store’s mine

The sirens are closer guess they’re coming for me
Feet pound the stairway the hinges break free
My left foot steps over they’re catching their breath
My right foot soon follows from gravity’s grip
For now I am flying my face feels the breeze
All the crowd at ground level lock their gaze on me
I’m floating in space it's like walking the moon
My heart’s beating faster but it won't be soon

I don’t hear the scream when I hit the street
I can't feel a thing from my head to my feet
The cameras were rolling lead story at five
I’m better known DEAD then they are alive
Ha ha ha
He he he
You cant' catch

If a song's sung in a forest...

Out here tonight on this lone highway
Recounting all the payments made
The miles, the trials and style parades
To the score of one hand clapping

Lost, disregarding the polar star
Such behavior seems bizzarre
To have one hand in the cookie jar
and the other genuflecting

We are not the same and will never be
From the things we hear, to the things we see
and even though we may not agree,
we’re all in this together.

These days it's mostly anecdotes
Yesterdays headlines, tomorrows quotes
Humming, Thumbing, Strumming notes
To the beat of distant drumming

The rhythm swells and becomes so loud
The tempos lost by the uber crowd
nameless and faceless like a shroud
The effect is oh so numbing

So to everyone who has ever played
Those rooms where you're more than underpaid
Don't lose your hope don't be dismayed
Somewhere there is someone listening.

Artists Against Hunger

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