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Jordan Rowan May 2016
Come and go from here to there
All around comes those who care
Hands and time are few and rare
But patience is always fair

You're still alive, aren't you dear?
So come and grab another beer
I'm tired now so you can steer
And drive us off into the clear

Patience, girl, it'll come
And when it does don't try and run
Close your eyes and have some fun
Lift your dress and grab his gun

Speak the truth like the air you breathe
You're all you've got so never leave
You're the best your lover sees
So be the best at what you please

Patience, woman, don't rush through this
Savor every little love and kiss
For someday all of it will be missed
Make love and dance and reminisce
Jordan Rowan May 2016
It's a never-ending story that I get to tell
A redundant allegory that never gets to sell
A promise of forever that barely lasts a week
Promises are made but impossible to keep

Can you come back one last time,
Before you retreat into my mind

I listen to every word that you try to spin
Stop lying, little lover, I know this has to end
But give me a chance to leave a little mark
I'll set it on fire but I won't hit too hard

Find us a place and I'll be on my way
A place we'll remember to bring another some other day
I'd ask you to be quiet but I can't turn you off
You can touch the tower but make sure you do it soft
Jordan Rowan May 2016
Send me wild roses from the train
From a mountainside I'll never see
With drops of rain
Write me a letter from your room
When the night is old and the air is cold
I'll write one too

Wherever you are
Don't let this bring you down or break your heart
I'm sure you'll take it easy from now on
Now that you're gone

Send me Spanish boots in black
As a clear sign to my hopeful mind
That you're never coming back
Wrap them up in satin lace
With your perfume and golden loom
And a picture of your face

Send me everything I gave to you
Those little gifts around your neck
And my sweater too
For everything you send back to me
Misery and memories
Sets me free
Jordan Rowan May 2016
I woke up from the thunder burning down from above
My mind was going under, just another man in love
I've got a lot to live up to
I'm just another man

I drove into the city, I was looking for a hook
Something so pretty that I had to take another look
I've got a lot on the line
I'm just another man

I fired off opinions to the crowd with gospel songs
And like spineless little minions they told me I was wrong
I've got a lot on my mind
I'm just another man

I worked like a madman making money for a mood
I can afford to buy clothes but I can't afford any food
I've got a lot that I want
I'm just another man

I slept with a woman who says she's fallen in love
But ever since that woman left no one can be enough
I've got a lot of fish in the water
I'm just another man

I died in a graveyard and was buried in the sea
If you save your heart you can be just like me
I've got a lot to remember
I'm just another man
Jordan Rowan May 2016
Fallen eyes and wandering leaves
It's a wonder why anybody leaves
Can you help me find my way to nowhere at all?
Can you kiss me up against the tower wall?

Sunglass eyes and sun-dressed skin
A whole city wondering where you've been
Is there anywhere else you'd like to fall in love?
No one here can do it just once

Drink to dream your color queens
Stuck between movie scenes
Where we beg time to just give us a break
And wonder how long this perfect twist takes

Laugh and play and cry and sing
A perfect place perfects all things
Springtime never ends on the Paris streets
Where you can fall in love with everyone you meet
Jordan Rowan May 2016
He tosses in his sleep
He never gets a good night's rest
He tosses in his sleep
He never gets a good night's rest
His mind is tired but can't control what's in his chest

She tosses in her sleep
Dreaming of a better place
She tosses in her sleep
Dreaming of a better place
She gave up looking and now she's got tears on her face

He wears a cigarette
She wears a bayonet
He drives a beater and she drives a swift Corvette
He's not a cheater and she's one he won't forget

He's got a plan
But doesn't know how to start
He's got a plan
But doesn't know how to start
He's too young to understand the language of his heart

She's got a picture  
But hasn't developed it yet  
She's got a picture
But hasn't developed it yet
All she sees is a silent silhouette

He wears a cigarette
She wears a bayonet
He drives a beater and she drives a swift Corvette
He's not a cheater and she's one he won't forget

He wrote his name and number
On the missionary of his hotel
He wrote his name and number
On the missionary of his hotel
As he laid it down he felt his heart begin to swell

She called him up
And they talked over a drink or two
She called him up
And they talked over a drink or two
Now all their reservations are made for two
Jordan Rowan May 2016
Some lonely hour on a Sunday afternoon
When the sun is high and so are you
Write me a letter or call me on the phone
I don't want you to feel alone

How have you been since we last spoke?
Grab a seat next to me and a smoke
I just wanna do whatever you want to
We can conquer this life or sleep it through

It's always you and me
When we've got nowhere to meet
It's always me and you
When we've got no one to see and nothing to do

Some lonely hour on a Sunday afternoon
When the night is young and so are you
Try to ignore the noise around you
If you're going down, I'm going down too
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