no. 62

finished lyrics for a new tune today. feeling good about this one.. demoed this one recently with unfinished lyrics..

"seasonal suite no. 62"

the left lane is for passing,
but i was never too quick to figure that out,
stuck behind sunday drivers, singin' "let it rain, let it rain, let it rain,"
but it's still dry, and you're still gone, and everything's the same,

nothin' ever goes one way or another,
but this 'ol heart is spread over open roads and leather,
so don't kill the messenger, just destroy the message,
it's really just the other side of the coin that you see,
(and i don't see.)

"one hand will wash the other," you say,
but i keep my lion well fed, and i'll sleep beside him, for today,
i'll color you with thunder, go on and pick my favorite number, and we'll laugh, and we'll swim, and we'll sing,
but it's so cold, and grey, but man i think that's just how it's gonna stay,

life is no apology,
but i, i was sorry on the day that you walked away from me,
and all of my shit, and ideas, of what this should be,
and what it shouldn't have been,
(and that which ceases to be.)