You know that little voice,
the one in the back of your head.
I heard from mine the other day.
You'll never guess what it said.

"You know that girl thats on your mind
who's presence makes you smile
well if you asked me I'd have to say
you've been on hers too, for a while"

Well as you can imagine
this caught me by surprise
Did he see something I didn't
hidden there within your eyes?

So now I have a dilemma
please tell me what should I do
Should I listen to the words he says
tell me is it really true?

So you want to take away their rights
its all over the news
but before you check that ballot box
tell me which one would you lose?

You see theres a new rule in this game
if we take away their rights
we have to give up one of ours
we too have to sacrifice

Oh its not fair I hear you cry
and isn't that the truth
you really should have thought it out
before you stepped into that booth

Just because you don't agree
with what someone has to say
does it really justify
taking free speech away?

How can we claim were civilized
if this we choose to do
All men were supposed to be equal
now we're more equal than you?

Sometimes I get frustrated
by things I cannot change
by things that I cannot control
things I cannot re-arrange

I know these things I cannot change
are things I should ignore
but theres something deep inside me
that wont let me shut that door

And perhaps the thing about this
that frustrates me most of all
is that I cannot change myself
so in this trap I'll always fall

It seems without you here
my bed is twice the size
acres of extra blankets
now you're not by my side

Suddenly I've extra pillows
now you need not rest your head
despite never using yours
and sharing mine instead

And nights seem somehow longer
yet i get no rest from sleep
Though not totally without you
as into my dreams you creep

I wish my nights were not like this
and we shared a bed once more
waking in each others arms
all but one pillow on the floor

The only roads worth travelling
start further from the end.
With higher mountains to climb over
and deeper valleys to descend.

To commit to making the journey
is a commitment made to you
to face life trails together
and to always see them through

The first step of this journey
for me began the day
you turned your back upon the others
and started to look my way

But uncertainty surrounds me
about the path that I am on
should I even make the journey
or did I get the signals wrong

Give me a sign to let me know
I am the chosen one
Dissolve these doubts around me
so I can journey on.

When I finally depart this world
and my body's all that remains
Remember I'm now a free man
no more shackled in chains

Send me off with joy not sadness
Remember my life with a smile
For I had my share of ups and downs
but morbidity's not my style

Weave me a casket of wicker
place me high on a funeral pyre
Set me alight to set me free
And drink as the flames grow higher

Let nature take my ashes
and spread them on the four winds
give me one last chance to make it
to those places I never have been

I remember Sunday dinner
that granny used to make
enough to feed an army
piled on each and every plate

three kinds of potatoes
boiled, mashed and roast
Chicken, pork & roast beef
and a glass of wine to toast

and veggies from her garden
that grew right there herself
no canned corn from Guatemala
would you find upon her shelf

there'd be carrots, peas and parnips
brocolli & cabbage too
and anything that wasn't ate
ended up in her famous stew

but desserts, they were the best bit
there was custard, pies and tarts
an the only bad thing 'bout it all
was knowing where to start