Outsmart the best
Trick the rest
Out the old feeling bold
Funny if you could see

Joe Joe...whatcha know?
Certainly nothing of love.
You're much too much too low. 

Joe Joe who do u know
It certainly cannot be me 
For if it was you'd be to slow
To catch a catch like me.

Repetitive screams of demons past
Failed scenarios and self doubt
Being able to see the light and not feel warmth
Reaching for that saving hand that streaches down
Only to watch this now my last chance to live
I fade from life as it disappears into the murky abyss
Knowing this is my last breathe
What is on my mind at this moment?
A sorrowful countenance revels so much regret
I wish... if only... one more chance? Please?

I understand all in that last moment so clearly
As if looking from the outside in
I understand and know
And all that is heard is a loving and strong voice say
"Talitha koum"

Once upon a time
I loved you more than life
the feelings were returned
and you made me your wife
Then you fell away
your eyes being to stray
So I went my way
Now here we are today

I love u more than life
And miss you more than air
Always thinking how it might be
If we were still a pair
Our pepper would feel better
Our son would still be free
We'd prolly have a little doggy
And I would still be me

So crisp are your lies
For they are easily broken
You try to avoid the demise
For what you have stolen

of birth. Wiggle and twist
your way out of the hole. As narrow
an opening, your flesh is slick. Your
body lithe. This makes for being blithe.

Do the dance
of independence. Step across the
coals. Feel your feet burn. They’ll harden
your soles. But you’ll build resistance. And with
a little persistence you’ll be rolling like
a barrel, joyful as a Christmas carol.

Do the dance
of love. Waltz as a dove. As you
prance through each lively turn they’ll be
lessons that you’ll learn. Earn yourself
a tango as you trip the fandango.

Do the dance
of age. Glide down the spiral
staircase. Change your pitch as a sliding
trombone. Don’t you sit as a mossy
stone. You’ll get rusty as old tin can. So,
be open as a caramel flan.