I'm heading home for Christmas
(Snows on the way)
In a plane, then a cab and a sleigh
Bringing presents and prizes I've made
Giddy yup horsey! I musn't be late
Of God we are saints, of myth this Nick
This mystical and elusive controtionist
Over rooftops, down chimneys without a slip
Hanging stockings and mistletoe
For an occasional kiss
Stretch and yawn and wiping sleep from our eyes
Hey there's frost on the window
On green bows dancing lights
On the mantle the the stockings "Oh boy, what's inside!?"
There's no coal in my stockings, that isn't right
There's no coal in my stockings but I need it for heat
Then on with the stockings to comfort my feet

(Let us momentarily contemplate the discourse on the first date)
[Adam] Father You've been busy these six days (and hmmmm?)
[God] Yes you have need of a help mate
(From a rib Eve came to life,                                                            ­  
then ribbed me all the days as my wife)
[Eve] Oh Adam! Where shall we honeymoon?
[Adam] I hear Eden this time of year is in bloom
This Rose (of Sharon) is for you my bride
[Eve] Who's Sharon?
[Adam] Let's take these horses (I've named) for a ride
Through the Sharon countryside
[Eve] Oh Adam! Look at the stars and moon I amour
[Adam] ahh yes my love they've been since day four
Oh my fairest with kisses better than spice
Let us again be together on day eight and day nine
Now let us return to our demense
As our Father did intend

I am not a computer guy
I am intellectually shy
Alone I scream
In a crowd I lie
Infinity extends beyond the sky
[I am not Liebniz
Neither am I one who quits]
Numbers  have been eating up my mind
Oh well I guess I'll eat some pi

Beyond the sidewalk
Find her at play
She’s the hostess of a tea party
Her dolly’s suitor can’t be late
Then it’s off to play glamour
In her favorite part of the house
But first to the attic and the trunk of stuff
And a pull a fleece boa out
Then to the chair for make up
Perfection with a smudge
Oh mirror turn away
What has become of love?
Beyond the sidewalk
Find her on the swing
Watching the clouds (go back and forth)
As the sun makes bursts, and beams
Then it’s off to the tree fort
(Where her prince is fending off squirrels
I mean ferocious forest monsters)
There’s no one like him in the world
So it’s off to have a picnic
On the front porch creaky swing
Fighting monsters for his princess
Makes a knight a little lean
She reaches over
To wipe the grape jam from his chin
He says “tomorrow I’ll be a baseball star”
She says “then I’ll be Marilyn”

A beautiful picture which God has drawn
Here name..........Fawn

In a crowded room filled with high society, and
In the facade of decadence, plays the Back Street Symphony
Winos falling asleep covered in yesterdays news
A lone saxaphone player, playing the blues
Neon signs and desinger lines are giving him his cues
He says "I've paid my dues"
I've got front row tickets to mainstreet
Walkin' by, don't know who you'll meet
A freak show on every corner
A broken heart walks on as a mourner
In a darkened alley you can hear him pray
Searching for a Savior with some words and a brown bag
Can anyone spare some change for me?
There goes the prom queen, is it a dream?
Hell is open twenty-four hours a day
I have front row tickets to main street
Watching the devils' choir earn their keep
There tearing down the walls in LA
There's a ****** on display, on main street

How can a man awaken a womens love
Then walk away leaving her chained to what was
How does a man make a covenant of love
Then run away and hide
Leaving emotional wreckage at the scene of the crime
Not owning up to the responsibilities
Just wanting the pleasure, and no more if you please
Why can't a man be more circumspect of a womens needs
I am afraid and suspect that he has himself decieved
It's the sociological garbage that he's been fed and believes

A real man must be changed inside
As the Savior (showed man) how He rears His Bride
Keeping a watchful eye from the sky
To look after her every need
To her heavy sighs give heed
On the cross He did bleed.................for her