Knockin’ on doors at 3am
The old woman’s gunna call the cops on him
Trek through the cold to knock some more
Everything’s asleep except the dogs in them
Clean out of cigarettes and the phone is dead
And the tears and the snot is frozen to the skin
Could you tell me how the hell I got here again?

Knock, knock, knockin at 4am
Taking rests in stairwells for a break from the wind
Hit the hard ground to the corner store
Four cards down and still two dollars short
The look alone asks the old timer, be a sport
Fresh pack of smokes and I’m out the door
20 new friends to help me knock some more

No more knockin’ at 5am
My knuckles are too sore to knock again
Lookin’ like a crack addict shakin’ on the street
Boots cold, coat cold, cigarette in my teeth
Cars won’t stop but they’ll take real long looks
See there Martha, they’re all junkies and crooks
Could you tell me how the hell I got here again?

Walk, walk, walkin’, jukebox past 6
Talkin’ to myself to be sure I still exist
Made it to the old house, the last resort left
Ringing that bell, hoping for the best
Pops comes down and opens the door
Gotta thank the old man, don’t gotta knock no more
Fell asleep on the kitchen tile floor

(c) 2015

Your face is the moonshine
If the pillow were the blue of the ocean
And the shadows the dark of the night
As you rest there sleeping peacefully
My angel, my wife

Things aren’t over

Your eyes are the lamplight
That sways ‘round the maze of the hallways
In this cage where alone you give me sight
As you rest there sleeping peacefully
My angel, my wife

And the flowers are blue in the fabric
And the brandy’s the brown of your eyes
And my heart is for you and the fire is too
So, so much for our blood-drenched skin

With your Polaroid in my palms
And my love still on your flesh
With the soul of your father and the hope of your sister
Wish by spirit if by yes

Things aren’t over

You’re why I’ll survive
For I’m meant to be by your side
So don’t you worry, it’s my turn to fight
Just rest there and sleep peacefully
My angel, my wife

(c) 2015

Let’s go to the docks where the wooden boats rest
With fine-aged grooves that wrinkle their flesh
A quiet and hollow creek to their breath
And in we’ll step

We’ll bring your fishing rods and hooks
Some bait for the fish and I’ll bring some books
Then we’ll paddle on down the river
Just you and I

Let’s row to a place where the water is fresh
In that old wooden boat with grooves in its flesh
A quiet and hollow creak to its breath
And wait for a catch

And while we wait with the water and woods
Once we’ve cast the lines, I’ll read you the books
To see your smile shine across the river
And to the sky

(c) 2015

For it all began with grain and clay
In ancient lands so far away
And in turquoise mines for the laborers day
Where to whom a lovely goddess the men would pray
That now I can write this for you

Thanks to those earthen veins of minerals blue
And the flowing rivers and oceans too
Over which sailed ships rowed by the crew
To carry such jewels to you

Where the mouth and the sound of its word was your name
For when I was kissed by those lips I was never the same
My tongue licks like fingertips of shadows of flames
And if once I was a desert, you’ve given me rain

I grew like a tree whose leaves spread like a fan
Whose lines and grooves resembles that of a hand
And I draw long and curling lines on your skin
Paying no mind to an end once we begin

And it all began with grain and clay
In ancient lands so far away
And in turquoise mines for the laborers day
Where to whom a lovely goddess the men would pray
That now I can write this for you

(c) 2015