WHEN I WAS A BOY

 

when I was a boy

I would play

night and day

and I could see

a world of make believe

the heroes I wanted to be

when I was a boy

I spoke like a boy

but now those ways

have come to an end

and I couldn’t wait

just to understand

what it means to be a man

when I was a boy

 

when I was a boy

ghost riding my bike

afraid of girls I liked

and I would stare

at the way she wore her hair

at the way she smiled so sweet

when I was a boy

I would stare at the wall

I would wait for her to call

of course she wouldn’t

but maybe she

was waiting on me

waiting on a man

when I was a boy

 

when I was a boy

I would hide

I knew how to escape from danger

and I was aware

even then that the world’s not fair

I wondered why I should care at all

when I was a boy

I merely survived

and surviving turned me

into a man

and now I find

hope, faith, and love abide

but still I long for the time

when I was a boy

THERE BESIDE ME

 

I want to quit my job

but I’m afraid

I might not find another one

who wants to come home tired?

aching to the bone

Susan, I’m tired

none of this comes easy

in fact it comes hard

still if I’d never met you

I would still be looking for you

in the coldest winter

I dream of green leaves blooming

and you are there beside me

you are there beside me

 

I want to split this town

and run away

oh but where would I go?

who wants to be a stranger?

feeling all alone

Susan, I’m a stranger

none of this comes easy

in fact it comes hard

still if I’d never met you

I would still be looking for you

in the coldest winter

I dream of green leaves blooming

and you are there beside me

you are there beside me

 

none of this comes easy

in fact it comes hard

still if I’d never met you

I would still be looking for you

in the darkest hour

I am dreaming of the dawning

and you are there beside me

you are there beside me

you are there beside me

DON’T TAKE ME FOR GRANTED

 

I watch the daylight fade

I watch the seasons change

I see your face showing your age

as you stare off in the distance

I wonder what you’re thinking about

I wonder if you’ll ever figure out

the difference between what you profess

and what you exhibit

 

don’t take me for granted

don’t leave me behind

when you get distracted

keep me in your mind

you say that you love me

but I’ve become disenchanted

with the way that you treat me

don’t take me for granted

 

maybe I don't expect enough

but I'm certainly not asking much

when all I ask of you

is a little recognition

some nights I leave the house

without my phone

and wander through the streets

on my own

it feels good just to be alone

with no sense of direction

 

don’t take me for granted

don’t leave me behind

when you get distracted

keep me in your mind

you say that you love me

but I’ve become disenchanted

with the way that you treat me

don’t take me for granted

you’ll be sorry

don’t take me for granted

MONDAY MORNING

 

Monday morning

I wish I was sleeping in

I just can’t begin

another day again

maybe I’ll just call in sick

maybe I’ll just call it quits

just let me be

worry free

on Monday morning

 

Monday morning

I got work to do

things to attend to

reminded of responsibilities

‘til I’m down on my knees

just let me be

worry free

on Monday morning

 

considering my circumstance

I don’t stand much of a chance

I’m sorry

seeing that my hands are tied

to a debt I must abide

I’m sorry

you’ll be sorry

hear it from a friend

beware of the hand that lends

 

Monday morning

should I even sing your blues?

you’re just a little bruise

my wife reminds me that so many have it worse

as I make my blessings out to be a curse

and I know she's right

but still I whine

over Monday morning

ROCKING CHAIR

 

she’s in my mind and I’m in hers

as if some wish we made became a curse

what felt so good at one time starts to hurt

gonna need another wish

before things get even worse

oh, won’t you offer me your guidance?

before it is too late

oh I won’t suffer in silence

don’t you wait for that right day to come

rocking chair, I am pleading

undo any spell that has been cast in me

surely, you know now how I am feeling

oh rocking chair please set me free

oh rocking chair please set me free

 

I’m in her dreams and she’s in mine

as if our lives are somehow intertwined

I can still see her there amongst the pines

under the half-moon and north star as it shines

oh, won’t you offer me your guidance?

before it is too late

oh I won’t suffer in silence

don’t you wait for that right day to come

rocking chair, I am pleading

undo any spell that has been cast in me

surely, you know now how I am feeling

oh rocking chair please set me free

oh rocking chair please set me free

REWRITING TOMORROW

 

he understands he brings his troubles on himself

as he wonders how another choice might have felt

and he secretly admits to himself he needs help

but wonders who’s left to turn to

and so what are you grieving? what do you need?

you know there’s no relieving a hunger that feeds

he tried to wait it out ‘til he was down on his knees

vowing to rewrite tomorrow

 

she disregards all the plans that she’s made

and sees to it that all her bills are paid

as she steps off the stage

from the role she has played

so well so long

and so what are you grieving? what do you need?

by the time she left Cleveland there was little to leave

but she understood she had to get herself free

if she wanted to rewrite tomorrow

 

and now he’s suffering those long shot blues

he went and paid the rent before he paid his dues

now any little dream he might like to pursue

stands beyond the horizon

and so what are you grieving? what do you need?

you know the cost of living here is more than it seems

once the month is up you’re just a mouth to feed

trying to rewrite tomorrow

 

she regrets ever getting involved

but a troubled man has a certain kind of draw

that makes her feel as if all her problems are solved

by attending to another

and so what are you grieving? what do you need?

there will be no retrieving the things that you leave

when you gotta get out you just grab what you need

if you want to rewrite tomorrow

 

despite the fear of being alone

they’re both glad to be free now and on their own

choosing their destination and the road

that will get them there

and so what are you grieving? what do you need?

in those early years we were so happy

and that’s what I miss more than anything

as I go and rewrite tomorrow
 

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