It feels so forbidding,
And yet so permitting,
To be behind the teachers desk.
To be in control, and have the power to scroll through papers and mess.
It feels so pleasing to be seizing the grade book
And take a look.
Behind the teachers desk,
That's where I like to be,
Behind the teachers desk,
The chair waits for me.
The false sense of power and control,
Drive me through to be on patrol.
Behind the teachers desk,
Yes that's the place for me,
Behind the teachers desk,
Working patiently.
Oh Mrs. Weber,
Oh Misses Me!
How you work so wonderfully,
Behind the teachers desk!
Who is the teacher?
Not me!

Marriage is long,
Marriage is strong.
Marriage is everlasting,
Marriage is testing.
Marriage is lawful,
Marriage is flaw fll.
Marriage is great,
Marriage can set you straight.
Marriage is the biggest thing you'll ever do,
Hurray, hurray!
Hurray for you!
It's your day,
Together forever you stay...
In each others's arms, in each other's embrace....
In each other's love, in each other's life, in each other's face.
Now you are bonded.
Now you are together.
Now you are one.
Forever you will never forsake each other,
And forever you will never forget your
Marriage

Spring Spring, makes me sing
Sing song sun shining down my face
Face this place, this beautiful world
Worldly treasures lie naked in nature

Naturally over looked
Overseen
Underrated
Underappreciated

Spring Spring, what a glorious ring
Ring ding **** of the church bell song
Sing, sing for me my spr ing
The birdies of life
Hidden, not to be seen

Spring, Spring your ring!
Oh you beautiful thing,
Spring!

Hope is precious
Hope is pure
Hope is what helps those
Waiting for a cure.
Hope is ther
When love is not.
Hope can be reassuring
But often times not.
Hope is false
But all we got
Hope is false
But cannot be forgot
Hope helps us through
As we go on in life,
Not knowing what to do.
Hope fantasizes
What we cannot
Hope is something that cannot be bought.
Hope sees us through,
Encouraging us with its gentle coo.
It is soft,
It is kind,
Hope is what comes to mind
Once war has begun,
And war has rung
It's desolate cry.
Hop gives us the wings to fly.
Hope calls out to those
Weakened by their falls.
Hope is talented
Hope is sure
For many, hope is the only cre
Hope is transparent
But hope is real
Hope is perfect
Hope is the missing fill
Hope is awake
Hope is alive
Hope is where madness thrives
Hope is pleasing to the ear
Hope rings loud and clear
Hope is gentle
And hope is here.

"I roll the window down, and then begin to breath in
the darkest country road and the strong scent of evergreen
from the passenger seat as you are driving me home"

And I am taken back to Yellowstone and Yosemite
And Patrick's Point and Brookings Oregon
And every other woody green-land I ever found myself
I can smell the pine infusion of moss and mist
The chilly and moist feel of it in my lungs

"Then looking upwards
I strain my eyes and try
to tell the difference between
shooting stars and satellites
from the passenger seat as you are driving me home"

And I am on the ground in the dirt that smells like trees
I am in a sleeping bag without a tent or a mattress
I am next to my grandparents and they are telling me
Where the north star is, if that blinking light is a plane or a meteor
I see the strange and mysterious we found at 10 pm
And the deep dark beauty of space from the Great Basin
I see the intricate details
Of stars and planets and galaxies warped together
Against the all enveloping pitch black nothingness

"Do they collide
I ask and you smile"

And I remember every question ever asked
Every story ever told
The geography of the land
How to get unlost
The mountain lions and the swainson's thrush and the bears
Ghosts and water-babies and aliens
I've heard it all
And I remember everyone who ever told me these things
Always with a proud smile

"With my feet on the dash
the world doesn't matter"

And I remember my rides home from school
The clunky white van off in the farthest parking space
The way it creaked and receipts fell out every time I opened the door
How you would always let me get away with leaning back
Tossing my feet on the dash
And cursing and rapidly reciting my day for you
Every boring and gruesome detail

"When you feel embarrassed I'll be your pride. When you need directions, I'll be the guide for all time"

And all this does is remind me of my family. My wonderful family, whom I will always cherish

"For all time"

"This is the moment that you know that you told her that you loved her but you don't"
We were back again in this same old bed
Familiar warmth and caresses surrounds me
And yet despite our careful, longing murmurs
I notice what we've left unsaid

"You touch her skin and then you think yeah she is beautiful, but she don't mean a thing to me"
You finger trace my spine like always
And your lips find mine, and fingers intertwine
But I felt the dawning of truth, when you left me in the hallway

"The California sun cascading down my face"
Like mosquitos our love has always been a seasonal thing
Fleeting feelings of intense magnitude and devotion
Boiled down to a consistent summer time fling
Basking in the sun in your arms devoid of emotion

"There was a girl with light brown streaks"
That was me- the girl with light brown streaks
And I knew that I was beautiful
But I didn't mean a thing to you

"Yeah she was beautiful, but she didn't mean thing to me"

And in chorus we thought

"I wanted to believe in all the words that I was speaking as we moved together in the dark"

We had ourselves fooled
That we could beat the same old walls between us
Always making promise we cannot keep
For the sake of the comfort we seek

"As tiny vessels oozed into your neck and formed the bruises"
And every time we step back we find more and more
Bruises on our souls and on our psyches
Beaten against what we cannot change
It is time we shut the door

"That you said you didn't want to fade"
We greedily cling to
Every mark from every collision
Every painful good bye
Because it's something that reminds me of you

"But they did and so did I that day"
But those memories are fading
And so our hope should too be fading
For things that are never going to happen
For the things that keep us waiting

"So when you ask, is something wrong?"
"I think you're **** right there is, but we can't talk about it now"
"No we can't talk about it now"

"So one last touch and then you'll go"
You'll kiss me in the car
At the airport where you'll leave
To the place that you call home
Where all the people who matter are

"And we'll pretend that it meant something so much more"


"But it was vile and it was cheap"
Every recurrence, every attempted resuscitation
Is a mockery and degradation
Of what we used to have
It will never be the same situation


"And you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me"
What we had was beautiful
But it doesn't mean a thing to me

" yeah you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me"
And I know I don't mean a thing to you

I am talking to a ghost,
So far away.
I am talking to a ghost,
Wondering if I'd stay.
I am talking to a ghost,
Lonely and cold.
I am talking to a ghost,
Growing old.
I am talking to a ghost,
Who's talking back to me.
I am talking to a ghost....
And this ghost is me