I sometimes miss
When I was a kid
And all the crazy things
That I always did

As it's awfully hard
To get used to this
Playing the old **** part
Like nobodies biz

All this growing up
Is mostly out to lunch
Will you pass the peas
Thank you very much

Growing bounds and leaps
Pretty as you please
What's in front, behind
And beside of me

With a wrinkle here
And a wrinkle there
Along with balding spots
In my graying hair

And a belly, Budda
Would be proud of
As I haven't missed
Too many times at lunch

With a memory
That's hard to find
As this wandering mind
Gets lost at times

If I had the chance
To do it all again
I'll show you where
If you tell me when

Cause I sometimes miss
When I was a kid
And all the crazy things
That I always did...

So many questions about something I wrote
Maybe a greetings day card
Didn't have time to drop off a note
Too many to answer; too hard
  
I've written before about being abused
Everyday most of my life
But, there's something else here I wanted to say
The reason I don't have a wife
  
I never knew love, and when love was new
The happiness it brought was bright
In love with a girl whose father's named sue
Could not erase all of my plight
  
I can't force you to believe what you hear
is it anymore truth than a lie
But, after a while of bending your ear
You'll see, miracles do become life
  
Although I astound myself and all my friends
Surviving the turns and the bends
Left many an offspring to carry on fear
Though I never raised one of them right
  
I wish I could hold them; I wish I could teach them
Or maybe just kiss them goodnight
But, they're all adults now. Yet, they've never known
Their father who didn't grow right
  
I hope I have made it too clearly by now
So that everyone can have no doubt
I lied about Butter Jane Mary Moonlight
But, the rest was the truth, I do shout!

I remember that song we sang
Back in 1962
We never thought we'd see
changes like that
Like the ones that we lived through
  
And I remember that song we sang
Back in 1975
The war was finally over then
And we stopped getting high
  
I remember that song we sang
Back in 1982
The one that made our eyes well up
And flow the mourning dew
  
I remembered you today
In each and every way
How the lights and the stars would dance
When you walked that way
  
Victoria, I wish I knew
and I wish how I could say
All the things that I felt for you
Well, they never went away
  
Even now, when I hear your tune
Hummingbirds feel love that way
And no, I can't ever have you back
But, a man can dream away
Dream away, anyway
  
I still remember that song we sang
And I sing it every day
I still remember that song we sang
And I sing it every day
Every day

If we threw off each person's veil,
Revealed the darkness that exists in each,
Many would be taken aback,
A keen understanding we would reach.

There is bad in each person,
Some conceal it better than others;
They fret that their sin is showing,
To their sisters and brothers.

There is also good present
In all of earth's people;
Even the ones that we deem
To be irrefutably evil.

No human is perfect,
For we are a very imperfect species;
We thrive on the emotion that builds and breaks us,
The things that teach or break us to pieces.

I am not calling you to remove your veil,
Nor do you have to tell your sins;
I am simply saying examine yourself,
Your outs and your ins.

Know yourself better than you know
This complicated world;
Only then will you find peace
During life into which you were hurled.

As she sprouts
I can see the season are changing...
things are getting better.
She's becoming something more beautiful
One drop of rain and
he lets his love be the grounds liberal.
One drop of rain and he will grow
into a rose with thorns, because that's life...
sometimes you get pricked
Under the sun as a Cali flower
in Texas weather.*
You know nothing is impossible

For we have thought the larger thoughts
    And gone the shorter way.
And we have danced to devil's tunes,
    Shivering home to pray;
To serve one master in the night,
    Another in the day.

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