To tell the re-telling of a story
Calls for the scenery and the
Clouds. Another naked year hangs like
A frame without a stage, near to death
Are we whenever we think of age.

She came through the door like a fog;
Mysterious and vague. Above us,
Hung nothing but a cigarette chandelier and a
Promise that would never last.

He asked her name and she told him
Her sign. In her lie, the recipe died, one of
Treachery and despise. She looked upon
The banister and wished she'd seen her sister.

A silver spoon twisted like that of a tornado.
Too much sugar in these muffins.
At last, we've gotten the shipment of potatoes.
Careful with the cat so it doesn't lose its stuffing.

She takes her hair in her hands like a frying pan to egg's
And wrecks what she wishes without getting upset.
No name for what wish she's got over me,
No cure for what poison she's struck me with.

A nod, a wink, you know I can never think,
When you walk through that door
With your silver hair and you skirt colored pink.
Just let me think, just let me know,
Which way your headed,
Which way you're gonna' go.

Took my mantra,
Oh' you know she took my form.
When she said the rain was coming,
I didn't know
She meant a storm.

Riddled with what she expected of me.
Guilty with what she thought would be free.
Can it be that this señorita next to me
Needs only a shot of tequila and a right to marry?

But because there's no worry in a pool stick
No one ever goes to a bar and gets sick
I've made my stash and seen the golden hill
Though I feel that thought has plenty to give still

I can't ask for a lot, but I can ask for enough
Love never really ever said that much
I asked her hand and she said," Let's not touch."
She smiled, "I don't own a pair of handcuffs."

Tell me baby, please whisper your code
What do I have to do to get to know
What is important to you and cared for so?
Nothing else matters when there is nothing else to do.

I take my picket through the thicket
And I see that still silver water shed behind
That gray silver lining
We are all alone in this field of dead gold,
Unseen with the seeds that are yet sewn,
Holding on to that hold on
That never stays put, never shakes off.

Round the near corner of the front of the start,
A smile takes her heart like a bee would its ****.
I say there is nothing but the ordinary around here.
You nod, letting all the sin in to you.
Ah, the truth tears at you like a saturated wolverine and
You wish there was nothing else keeping you.

Tell me the name of the place we've been to before.
Naked branches hang on an uneven willow wallowing
Love is the only thing worth swinging for.
Together we make the world because the sound is
The way to push the rounds of the tides.
No one cares if you make it or not, for all they wish to be
Is entertained through the fray and the week to weekend.

Don't let me be so distasteful or disdainful.
Hear the music, the piano, the horn , the orchestra.
They play for you.
I take no credit for the screams of the recording dead;
There the tea lies dead like the howling skulls
Of another year that holds no tear of being forgotten.

See the hollers of the wave and all that it says.
Together we are nothing but another ray
Of sunshine shining against an infinite row of ocean.
Take my station, hold my patient, the war is so long,
And there's nothing better song and campfire.

And since there is no forgiveness when it comes to love,
I'll look upon the clouds that never move.
Oh, they are nothing but mysteries shrouded in sounds,
Built by luck, perseverance, and theatre in the round.

I cry for no one, but the ones near to me.
In their eyes they suffer,
But on their tongues, they hold a forced' plea.
I'm not lucky, I'm not safe,
I'm no one's right hand man or safety net.
The fret of the guitar is stained burned' burgundy and
On the horizon stands one man alone in
His own thoughtful misery.

Too tired to set the dawn,
He yawns,
Making his way beneath an
Apple tree.

No new beginning ever began
From nothing.