Is that you in the pew
Chewing on that bit of truth
Wondering if it could be you
That the preacher's talking to

You thank God you're not as bad
As the person on your left
Or the other one that sits
On your right, if truth be said

You come to church on Sundays
Do your best to behave
While the rest of the week you say
Thanks, but I'll do it my way

Feeling good about yourself
Isn't that what really counts
If you find the slightest doubt
Just shut your mug and shut it out

Out of sight, out of mind
That is just the devil lying
Soon enough you're bound to find
You shouldn't have wasted all that time

Twiddling thumbs in the pew
Instead of swallowing hard the truth
Sorry to say but yes, it's you
That the preacher's talking to

I've said this before
Many times, no doubt
But still feel the need
To get the word out

As I daily visit
The finest establishments
You'll find I'm well versed
In the use of condiments

Whether bottle or packet
There's always a choice
If you act like a savage
I'll then raise my voice

Accusing those of the charges
Far worse that ******
Mustard belongs on a hot dog
Ketchup goes on a burger

If the old switch-a-roo
Is your favorite move
You haven't a clue
When it comes to good food

If you feel that you must
Bend a few rules
I can certainly adjust
I'm not overly cruel

You can have a dab of mustard
On top of your burger
But ketchup on a hot dog
Don't even think to go there

I'm glad we had this talk
As a matter of fact
But take heed with this warning
Don't ******* back

Whenever I'm feeling troubled
With the world closing in on me
I get on my bike and take a ride
Down to Gooseneck Creek

I walk barefoot through shallow waters
Knowing just where it leads
Soon enough to open up to Jacob's Pond
Where quite solitude comforts me

The pockets of my jeans bursting at the seams
Holding the main reason, I come
With a slight tilt at best and flip of the wrist
I relax with the skipping of stones

I don't go out of my way but spend most of my days
In search of the perfect one
It's always nice to find them flat on both sides
Still, you never know till you let them go

And you see the ripples triple in size
Bringing a calm exhilaration to the process
With each skip you know you're going for the gold
Trying to surpass your personal best

The art of skipping stones never grows old
So, if you see me heading to Gooseneck Creek
Which opens up into Jacob's Pond
There's no need to guess, you'll already know
that's where you'll find me skipping stones

The best way to lose an argument
Is to belittle whom you’re speaking with
Instead of hearing what they have to say
Doing all you can to put them in their place
Battling for your right to be wrong
Hoping to score some extra points

The best way to lose an argument
Is to try and take more than you give
Not seeing things through your opponent's eyes
Or realize there are two sides
If all you want to do is etch a notch or two
You'll never get round to, the real truth

The best way to lose an argument
Is to dive right in before you learn to swim
Placing all your focus on the prize
Though you could be wrong and they might be right
Does any of this make any sense
Being the best way to lose an argument

maybe it's you
maybe it's me
maybe it's the both of us
the reason we disagree
could be the direction
in which we lean
me splashing in the shallow end
you swimming the deep

maybe it's me
maybe it's you
it could be outside ideas
that constitute the truth
inside our spinning circles
we're forced to get round to
what group think constantly heaps
on the likes of me and you

maybe it's us
and we both have it wrong
when it comes to our ideas
of what is really going on
we could sit and reason
the reason for it all
could be you
could be me...

come to think
we're both at fault

You have to admit we're in a bit of a crisis
The Great Marble Mystery of 2025
Are you aware, how many out here have lost theirs
I've never seen anything like it in my entire life

Why, there's people roaming round in their P.J.'s
I'm not talking just down at Wal-Mart
With no idea what to say or even how to behave
There's too many Jesters these days holding court

With the world being big on self-awareness
Especially in the department of I me me mine
You really have to wonder what's coming next
And if those marbles we'll ever be able to find

How could something like this even happen
And who let them all out of the bag
Before we know that'll be all she wrote
With no one left to clean up this mess

We can pretend none of this is happening
As we go about our merry ways
Sanity my friend, where have you been
Seems we haven't seen you in a number of days

We're all knee deep in this mystery
A loss affecting everyone's lives
Starting at the top infecting the entire lot
The Great Marble Mystery of 2025

I often think of my father
And how he mentored me
Desiring that I grow up
Quite respectfully

To the point when I became I man
I'd have the strongest of desires
To help those lesser than I am
On the rungs of life's ladder

Instilling in me we're all equal indeed
No matter color, race, or creed
All a group of people
With different degrees to our needs

Impressing on me before I start my day
To give it over to the Lord
Asking Him in His wisdom to guide my way
Before my feet even touch the floor

For he knew what was important
When it comes to living life
Never think of yourself above anyone else
And put your faith in Jesus Christ

These are just a few of the things
My father taught me
In hopes that I would grow up
Quite respectfully