It starts with a chill in the morning,
                                         Every Morning,
                           [after nights cold and wet]
                         when the light is there
                      but still  and chilly . .


Then,            as     10 - noon      approaches
                     it quickly gets hot…


           …  In the shadows of the mountain though,
                          where the sun is out of reach,
              that’s when   bones
                                                           ­    grow old again .

everyday my mind wonders why ?
the sun lifts a head
      wind breathes in bones
               new seasons arise
morning is born with the death of night
my soul cries songs naked from mountain tops
     a secret sight
               a spirit alive
[a past drifting in too many tears to loose]
ghosting times far beyond try to...
understand the small bits of truth
     quietly
          seeping
               through
                              .

her hands were pristine, unblemished, clean
they tremble with passion on the keys (she's 18)
mine are scarred, an unnatural discolored burn scheme
i'm older and slower, still peck-typing

Stevi's buyin a prom dress
her momma's payin the bills
both are lookin for work now
A life in the rebuild.

Made it through the summer with the sand and the sun
In the cold winter months their love keeps 'em warm
Makin' things work out seems to come so easily ...
for the girls now laughing down at Hard Times Street
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Never seen a family so warm
Helping each other battle the storms
and wearing life's scars so gracefully
Time spent is always a pleasure
with the girls living down by Hard Luck Street
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...was just passing through when they took me in
Hope to make it back there to see 'em again
but we all know that the roads where I belong..

"Makin' good time I'll always rome
every stretch of mile that I call home"
But if ever down in Texas you know where you can find me...

Loving, laughing and making the best of things
with the girls making it up from Hard Times Street .

ive made a few stops but never get "stuck"
seen the world from the back of a pick-up truck
dont know where im goin but sein where ive already been
hop out, turn around and start walkin again

im in no hurry ..can take it slow
gonna find out how far that old highway will go
makin good time i'll always rome
just another stretch of mile that i call home

a tune in my head

guitar on my back

put on some blue jeans

and follow the tracks

[CH]
head full of ideas / places far away/ i'll blow outa here with the wind
find out where im goin/ just as soon as theres/ somewhere ive already been

miss you crying on my shoulder now and then
miss just having a drink or two as friends
miss staying awake at night and
talkin about what life'd be like
"if" we saw each other in a different light
I miss the times before we were "more than friends"

lay down in the grass, watch  stars shine overhead
you could clear away my tears with just a grin
when we would hang out late
and have a little much to drink
talk all night how "nothing could separate.."
I miss those times before we were "more than friends"