I'm in looking for this
I'm out searching for that
Being one who'd hate to miss
Where the next big thing is at

With extended claws
To help me cling to
I take up the cause
Cause it's just what I do

I'll run it into the ground
Digging myself in deep
Hoping this time I've found
The very next big thing

I'll try and drag those along
With my excitement
As far as the day is long
Where all my time is spent

Though new turns quickly old
Losing most its meaning
As I move along
Looking for the next big thing

all i am
is played out in song
of what i have
and haven't got
from the outside
may not appear a lot
but all i am
has been hard fought

all i am
in the sense of it
never one
to ever think to quit
not one iota
not a single bit
all i am
is all i'm meant

all i am
this side of life
is the question of
and the reason why
to say and do
to do and die
all i am
is the open sky

How many these days
Open their mouths
Before they have
A chance to find out
Open their mouths
And let it spill out
While their feeble minds
Proceed to shut down

How many of these days
Refuse to change
A lemming at heart
Just show them the way
Follow the crowd
To the cliffside
When it comes time to jump
They are there side by side

How many these days
Are considered blind
Show them the truth
They still will deny
All they can see
Is only one side
How many these days
Has me wondering why

Every day the sun will rise
Still doesn't mean it's going to shine
Most the time it's up to you
In the direction, your world moves

In your time of spinning round
Does your compass point North or South
And how tight is your grip
If you hold too loose life tends to slip

When your flower garden goes to seed
Doesn't mean you won't have your share of weeds
Depends on what you cultivate
And how many bouquets you give away

I'm just saying all that you see
Is not always all that it seems
Every day the sun will rise
Still doesn't mean it's going to shine

Try as hard as we might
There will always be a divide
Between what's wrong and who thinks they're right
Apply this to either side

We can say let's get together
As we pull each other apart
All because we think we know better
Have you lately checked your heart

And yet we wonder why
There is such a great divide
When we don't budge an inch
How could it grow in size

I know, I know what's good for you
You seem to say the same for me
Perhaps if we followed our own rules
Then we all would plainly see

But when it comes to both sides
Between what's wrong and who thinks they're right
Try as hard as we might
There will always be a divide

I am a shipwrecked fool don't you know
battered by the ocean of you
how could I let myself sink so deep
where the depth of you will forever be my keep

later down the road, they'll find my bones
next to the chest of Davey Jones
hand in grip, heart adrift
a shipwrecked fool with nothing left

Brain Scratching 101

Have you ever had a major itch
Deep inside your brain
Where your whole face does a Chubby Checkers twist
Driving you erratically down crazy lane

You need to find that special something
To cram far enough up your nose
And if you can't get to it that way
There's that hole just above the earlobe

I search around my place frantically
When I come across a paper clip
Bending it to the perfect size and length
So in my canal of choice it will fit

I slide it in as far as it will go
Which causes a sever twitching of the eye
My left foot starts to tingle
As I lose all feeling down my right side

Clearly that didn't work
So I search around some more
When I come across a #2 pencil
Feeling this is a major score

I use the end with the erasure
Don't want to break the lead off in my head
Everyone knows lead poisoning makes you stupid
And I am way far away from that!

So this time around I try the ear canal
When I wiggle it back and forth over a certain spot
My legs start to prance in a 70's disco dance
As I let out a rapid succession of barks

Any fool can clearly see
I need something long and sharp
Not a knife, I've never been that dumb in life
Now where's that old game of Lawn Darts

I search long and hard in the garage for the game
Then remember my wife threw it away
After the unfortunate incident with the neighbors
I never did care for that dog of theirs anyways

So I'm back to square one of my searching
When the broom handle catches my eye
It's a little wide so I get out my pliers
And stretch my nostrils to twice their normal size

I jam it in as far as I can
Giving it all that I have got
I scratch and scratch and laugh and laugh
I either just gave myself a lobotomy or hit the perfect spot
But what can I say either way it's okay
Just as long as the itching has stopped