Turn down
Where we used to roam
Put down your hands
And hang up the phone
These streets
We used to call our own
But many days have passed
And now it seems distant
Irrelevant
The places we used to go
Filled up with words
Unknown
Taking the back road
Coming through
The only way I’ve ever known
Not the glamor
Or the glory
Rather a quiet ride
With a depth of story
Where the rivers run slower
The woods swollen with bugs
Mid summer journey
Through fields and schrubs
The world I know
The world I grew up
Knowing my roots
And giving them love
The stories I’ve heard
People I’ve met
Down on the south side
Due east of the Calumet
Roads home
Roads unknown
The more I travel
The less I have known
Follow me west
Together we stride
As we make our way
In this life
One day it all changes
The rules
The game
Never the same
Moving trends
Difficult expenses
Soon the world
Will refer to the game
As past tenses
I game I knew
I played
I grew
But the game is changing
Changing
At increasing speed
Soon it may be gone indeed
VERSE I
Summer parks
Cool pools
Picking up
And skipping school
Can’t wait until the weekend
Make it out of this place
Getting in trouble
A bit too soon
But bring me those summer nights
And bright moons
VERSE II
We ran from park to park
Staying light and free
Dodging all the eyes
Looking at you and me
Just hold on
We are inches from being free
CHORUS
Getting in trouble
A bit too soon
But bring me those summer nights
And bright full moons
BRIDGE
We make our way
In this life
Holding hand
Feeling alright
Sand and swings
Let’s make this moment
Everything
Getting in trouble
A bit too soon
But bring me those summer nights
And bright full moons
We can’t talk about yesterday
When the vitals
Are happening right now
In the moment
When the words fall short
No returning to precious fair
Previous affairs
I hold concern for the current
Not the past
But words craft
A simple talking point
When the conversations been lost
How we spend time
Dwelling on
Yesterday’s wars
When tomorrow’s are
Sitting on our front door
Back from the depths
Of despair and loathing
My mind settles
On a rate
More running
Then floating
Bring in days new and open
In the wide open
Hello
Back again
I am
How is it that when
The open road calls
The mind goes quiet
Simply put
But back in my chair
Armed with new ideas
Opportunities
New experiences from
Across the country
Again I write
I reunite with a friend
I truly
Begin again
Waves crash uneven
Surges
Reaching my ears
Pulling up
Pushing back
From the salty breeze
To the easy skies
Oregon coast
In my eyes
Waiting for the sun
To push through the clouds
While the sea lurches on
Bending up
Pulling back
The trees sit atop the mountains
Clean air
Subtle motion
Sweet views of panorama
Falling from the skies
As the big Montana summer
Lies awake
By our side
The air crisp
Blown down from the mountains
Walking to coffee
Subtle beauty
500 miles from the sea
A Cup of Songwriting 