It's nothing but a changing thing
the morning sun and what she'll bring
Everyday is a promise kept
to live it all 'till there's nothing left.
One foot follows the other in time
keep moving and you'll keep the rhyme.
It's unfolding as it's meant to be
your fulfilling your life's history.

I miss the crowds
all the smiling faces
being close to all the strangers
as music dances through us all.

I long for the togetherness of a crowded party
with friends and family gathered round.

Watching a movie in a crowded theatre's darkness-
the shared experience of a cinematic moment.

I remember **** Jagger
leading the chants of 50,000 fans in a cosmic rain dance
just a few months ago.

When will we feel free again
like the Grateful Dead feeling?
The bonds of brothers and strangers all together as one.
Close bodies, eye to eye, shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand, dancing!
What we miss now the most in this land.
What we need now the most in this world is love.
"Love is all you need!"

I miss Bourbon Street as the night comes on...
Nashville's crowded ***** Tonks playing music all day long..
New York city's crowds around the Christmas Tree...
I miss you, do you miss me?

Some winged mornings
I remember them all
Memories tall,
leftover emotions,
issues unresolved.
Thoughts lay scattered,
Mysteries unsolved.

I can see their face,
hear their voice
remember every painful choice.
Looking back,
reflections are something different than the way things were.

Some winged mornings
when the first breeze stirs and the early morning songbirds
can be heard,
I think of all the masterpieces I have seen.

I'm never prepared for the surprises that await me....

There's a lot of anger and jealousy out there
Disguised as outrage over just about any little thing

Irritability is the song that I hear
Blowing through the hollow halls
Sometimes it gets hard to make it thorough it all
Between the self loathing and the second guessing
you will find me giving blessings for the life I lead

But if this is what love is
It's imperfection is it's everything
and accepting this fact is the beginning of your
kind understanding

So let the transient minutes fly by
and remember of them what you will
I remain a visitor here
I'm climbing to the top of that hill
Just climbing to the top of the hill

Its sunset..
you looked a gift horse in the mouth
you took this whole thing towards the South
left all the good stuff on the plate
arrived at the station
five minutes too late,
you took the bull by the horns
but baby, this time you were wrong
you should have gave more than you took
it's always worth a second look
All the hurtful words you said,
our love's still alive
but the lights are red
our loves still alive
as the sunset's red...

I took a walk through the snow tonight,
felt the chill wind blow.
Saw the flakes falling around me,
piling up on the sides of the windows.
The lights from inside the apartments were warm, bright, and content.
The sounds of my steps on the sidewalk were my only accompaniment.
It could be that tonight’s snow will be the last snow that I’ll see,
until the autumn ends this year and winter returns to me.
It could be that tonight’s snow will be the last snow that will ever fall,
But I can’t say that with any certainty, so I won’t think that at all.