Who is coming
Who is going
The rolling order
Keeps on rolling
What is this man pulling
Our own teeth
Our own hopes
Driving fast
Without knowing where we are
Going
How changes happen quick
Overnight
We all better hold
On
And hold on
Tight
The waters of uncertainty crash on our shores
A briny sea beckons questions
The love of beauty
The fear of death
Wrapped up in a single wave
Seafoam gentle and curdled
Up on the shores of our land
The tide of uncertainty has rolled in
One hour late
But is here to stay
Here to stay
An uncertain tide
Has rolled our way
The shimmy
The jive
The look and feeling
Of being alive
Words are cheap
But when people change
Real change
Then you can see the unraveling
Purpose driven
Hope given
In a change of the guards
Seems no savior
Is quite “God” given
From the heights of the Rockies
To the East River of New Yor City
Calling the truth
Following the lights
So pretty
New
And unused
We march in order
Phones connected
Waiting social interactions
Waiting our next approval
Or the posts we make
Will have quick removal
Make moods in the morning
New moods
Setting moods
Light and energy
Worn in the morning
As the day gets
Ready
And warning
Teller of truth
Wondering Words
Now certain
Tell me the truth
Pull back the curtain
Curtail the confusion
Blast past the distortion
Teller of truth
Don’t fall to extortion
Don’t wait on late payment
Tell the truth
As you do
Teller of truth
Tell me
What you wish
I already knew
Momentary pause
The unwritten clause
Shutting the night down
Down
All
Around
The house smells like I remember
As a kid growing up
Holding moments in my head
Holding these moments
Until we all wept
The moments we spent in the house
Going away for a while
What we will have lost
We will have found
Worn out contignecies
World of innefficiencies
My own deliquencies to these matters
How we grow
How do we know
That the world keeps going
Keeps going
While I am still trying
Still rowing
When words run thin
Looking for inspiration
From the trees barren
Or the frozen wind
String words in seems
Fall like streams
Onto paper full
Fill up the pages
Start with the freshest inspiration
It blooms across this nation
A word a month long
A day and a word
Flight of the progess bird
Making our way in the world
You and I
Making our way in the world
You and I
A Cup of Songwriting 