This train home is twice delayed,
it's ******* up the plans I've made
and in the pub I wish I'd stayed.
It's still not here yet.  

I have no doubt when it comes soon,
I'll have to endure a banging tune -
from the Ipod of some drunken buffoon,
It's still not here yet.

I sometimes wish that I'd take wing -
Like Icarus or a feathered thing,
That builds its nest from twigs and string.
It's still not here yet.

I suppose in time we'll own a car
and avoid all those bizarre -
excuses from the conductor.
It's still not here yet.

In time we'll take drives to the beach
and let a wild dog off the leash,
while the sea wind steals our speech.
It's still not here yet.

We'll have a garden for barbeques,
with potted plants and stunning views
and comfy chairs in which to snooze,
but we're not there yet.

Bring the sky into my arms and let your light shine brighter than the stars, Watch the waves crash all around bringing everything you fear falling to the ground, watch as the sun touches the sea just as the moon glows almost as bright as me, remember the tears that have fallen from the clouds and open up to the burning light that is shining all around, look through the darkness that covers your heart knowing that the stars aren't that far, remember everything that has been once said and see everything that you have once did, the stars may not burn forever but the light they give will always be able to save me from whatever.

Drink until you feel better,
Then have another
Just to be clear that your problems are gone,
Your headache is no longer,
The nausea has surrendered.

You will forget about whatever demons are drowning you
and float up to a place where nothing's bad around you

But be careful with this vice,
Because while intoxication might feel nice,
It will never last
Soon you will be back
at the bottom
With your forgotten problems
Weighing more than ever

So remember,
Down the drinks
and forget to think
about the madness in your head
Then drink some more, and then repeat,
Repeat until you're dead

I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.

I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand--
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.

we're this close
that far away
i know you
don't know you at all
it's difficult
it's simple
it's beautiful
not knowing
i like it here...........

Do not stand at my grave and weep..
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry..
I am not there. I did not die.