There's a house for sale, previously owned by two people in love.
They were young and foolish, what were they thinking of?
But that was yesterday, now love has moved away.

There's a house for sale, you can almost hear the laughter that the children made.
In the backyard there's a swing where they once played.
But that was yesterday, now laughter has moved away.

What became of all the dreams they treasured?
Who would of thought their lives would come to this?
They always hoped their love would last forever.
Don't it break your heart to think about the kids?

Now there's a house for sale.
Maybe you can find what they were looking for,
a dream you can hold on to for evermore and never have to say
that love
has move
away.
House 4 Sale.

I may never know the reasons of the storm that passed my way.
Or the multitude of questions that lay at bay.
They await to pounce upon me like jungle cats at night,
while the din of distant drumming tests my might.

Ever now and then I get a glimpse of who I am,
and I feel myself evolving into man.
Amid the single bars and credit cards and reaching for the ring,
I close my eyes and realize I'm here to do one thing........ I'm here to sing.

I'm strung out on evaluation of what my life is worth,
and struggle with the narrow distance between death and birth.
They say love is never wasted, words so easily said,
so why is this empty feeling, still laying in my bed?

Hurry Darwin, hurry. I need a double dose of time.
To quickly re-arrange these chromosomes , to make me more the prime.
Selectors and Breeders are really all we are.
Evolvers;  Some will still be cheaters, and some will still set the bar.

Hungry for love
Starving for truth
Awaiting to be wanted
Searching for proof
Tossing the pebbles, watching the ripples run.

Open my heart
To someone's trust
Trying not to be dazzled
By a last chance for lust
Dispelling the myth that someone always ends up hurting someone.

Ain't it about time we learned how to live together?
Ain't it about time we carried each others heart?
I think that it's a crime not giving each other the gifts we were meant to give.
If love is all we need, ain't it about time we start?

Leaving old baggage
By the side of the road
Streamlining hearts
Lightening our load
Remembering to forget what we did not want to learn.

Looking for signs
Thinking we know
Planting the seeds
Hoping they'll grow
Blindly we watch, impatiently awaiting our turn.

It all started with a feeling, I guess.
A guilty glance across the table......well,  you know the rest.
She said she had to find herself,  and I did my best
to talk her out of goin'.

Let's get some help, maybe talk to a priest.
I begged and I pleaded, got down on my knees,
but she was gone in a flash, like lighting in the trees,
and left me there a fallin'.

And I just wanna know one thing,
why do broken hearts still cling,
maybe it's my low self esteem
that made me still want you.

When a love is lost and gone,
with no hope of holding on,
even when you know it's wrong,
why would you want to be with someone
who doesn't want to be with you?

Like a trophy on a mantle, a bird in a cage,
like a dog on a chain who always gets away.
I tried to keep her with me, but she just wouldn't stay.
Now, what was I thinkin'?

Lessons must be learned the hard way,  I guess.
I know I'll love again.....well, you know the rest.
The right lover leaves you, when no love is left,
the wrong one keeps you sinkin'.

There's a string of lonely telephone wires stretchin' for a hundred miles or so.
A hawk in a tree, looking down at me, he says that It's time to go.
And each little town that I'd pass through, fighting my way back home,
reminded me of what the cookie read, "Don't let your dreams turn to stone"

Now the waitress has a smile like she's from heaven, but it touches a devil in my soul.
There ain't nothin' you can do at thirty-seven, but keep singin' and hope you never grow old.
Time is a lie; you're here 'till you die. All you own is only on loan.
What else is there to do, but to get yourself through, and don't let your dreams turn to stone.

And if the errors of the past are all that you see when you close your eyes at night,
then hopeless and empty will another day be when you open your eyes come daylight.
And if you look around, and contentment is found amid the seeds you have sown,
then soon you'll find that come harvest time.......... your dreams have turned to stone.

Well, I'm followin' my heart down this long highway,  of gettin' off; I don't stand a chance.
Even if you don't want to face the music, you still gotta learn to dance.
My heart has the power. My soul has the wheel. It's takin' this body back home.
There's a sign up ahead and the words that it read were,  don't let your dreams turn to stone.

*Keokuk, IA   1986

I have wandered down this lonely path for 13,00 days,
searching 13,000 ways for something divine.
With one eye on the sunrise, the other on sunset,
hoping for the prize they said would be mine.

I have tried to be the singer, when I should have been the song.
I have tried to fight a river full of rage.
Looking for an island in a world I don't belong,
trying just to run the human race.

Running like a fool through fields of dreams,
I trip and fall upon the truth.
Posing as a player in some childish game
I learned of in my youth.

I have challenged Love and Passion, surrendered to It's sword,
while the blood of my soul poured to the ground.
Pledged allegiance to the Father Son and Holy Ghost,
awaiting for It's host to show me around.

I have tried to please the masses, when I should have pleased myself.
Feared a reaper though I'd never seen It's face.
And all the while a voice inside of me kept chanting on,
you must try to win the human race.

I have wandered down this lonely path, for 13,000 days,
searching 13,000 ways for something divine.
Believing that I know the way, I run the human race,
but no one truly knows what they will find.

Come, take my hand.
I know you think this is the end.
My sad, but wiser friend,
love will find you once again..........

You will have heartache, you will have pain.
And think the sun won't rise again.
But flowers bloom from Winter's sting.........There will be Spring.

The sleepless nights, the hazy days.
The emptiness that stays and stays.
One magic moment, your heart will sing.......There will be Spring.

I know these things to be true
for I've lost love much like you.
That is why you can rely on what I say.

There'll come a day when skies are blue,
no longer lost, love will find you.
One magic moment your heart will sing.........There will be Spring.

And when the tulips, are in bloom,
heartaches turn memories, and none too soon.
Maybe there'll be, someone like me.........There will be Spring.