We once shared love,a burning love, a first love
We would talk for hours, kiss and joke and hold each other
We made love in the bright sun in green fields and hoped that no one saw
For years we did these things but something happened, something drove us apart
We joked less and fought more until one day We were no more
We saw each other still and often shared an awkward night together
But it was not to be
You found solace in the warm arms of my friend
I found cold despair in the bottom of a bottle
I tried to tell you how I felt but I could never say the words
Whenever you asked how I was I only ever said that I'm alright
And now when I last saw you we just passed like strangers in the night.

The old withered pines dance slowly in the wind. I watch them sway from my vantage point on a peak. As I sit, basking in the sunlit glory, I pull out my pipe and blow smoke rings towards the heavens. Where I sit I am on a great divide; behind me I can see a terrific, sprawling wilderness that stretches back as far as I can imagine. Before me lies the home of man. Where once were mighty oaks and sunny fields there is now a sea of gray, an ocean of ugly buildings. Modernity rears its head and swallows all it can. It's hunger is insatiable.

The Orchards? Gone. The wood's? retreating;
Corporations now competing
For my wage and grandma's mattress dough.

Country poor get even poorer;
Stinking cabin, oh the horror
No one seems to care or notice though.


Now I try to fight this faceless foe,
But grandma's dead from lack of dough;
Soon they all will come to know
That we will reap what others sow.

WE will reap what others sow.

The whole of our history runs through my mind
I see mankind's struggle get passed down through time.
We're born on a rock to live and to die
To pass on our seed without knowing why.
We do what we can, we write our own song
We decide for ourselves what's right and what's wrong.
We wonder aloud if we're doing it right
It keeps us awake in the darkest of nights.
The people we meet all have their own views
That we'll never know, we can't walk in their shoes.
Time marches on without blinking an eye
And we all pay our dues, we all have to die.
This worlds all we know but it isn't a friend
A hole in the ground's all we have in the end.
But that's not that bad, I hope that you see,
To breathe and to live is alright by me.

The sun will set and the sun will rise,
Dreamers stare upon the skies.
Lovers gaze in each other's eyes,
Young grow old and babies cry.

All the while time rolls by,
And dreamers stare upon the skies.

It is one of those magical summer nights when a thunderstorm has rolled in.
The wind is blowing strongly which brings the scent of magnolia and rain to your nose.
While the rest of the world sleeps quietly, you sit on your porch alone with a glass of wine in one hand and a cigarette in the other.
You clear your mind and suddenly the grandeur of it all comes flooding into your consciousness.
A bright flash of lightning illuminates all the world around you and a crash of thunder fills your ears. The pitter patter of rain is the sweetest of melodies after the thunderous overture.
The trees dance rhythmically with the rise and fall of the wind and rain, rejoicing in the sweet, warm water cascading from the heavens.
While all of this is going on you simply take a drought of wine, crush your cigarette and lean back in your chair with a contented smile on your face.

As a young man I heard what was told,
Fill up my pockets with silver and gold.
Silver and gold will end all my troubles,
Silver and gold will make it all right.
Silver and gold will fix all my problems,
But silver and gold can't bring you back tonight.

Well I work all week long and what do I get?
Tired and lonely and old.
But at least in my grave,
I'll know that I have
A little more
Silver and
Gold.