Another year goes by, thinking about old wrongs
Winter is here, hoping I'll hold on
I strum a clear tune to write a cold (cold) song,
But I still see your face no matter how far I've gone.

As a means of escape, I followed the signs
Left a corpse out of state at the wake to go write my rhymes
Up through the center & down the west coast, then back east
From Florida to Philly, whichever way the wind blow'd
I saw the southern border of old Mexico
Skirted Canada too, still wearing the same pair of clothes
I've gotten sick and I been hard up
But I still sang my songs to fill my gut

Miles come and go, stretching on so long
I put my pen to page, and try and move on
Another season full of days, just looking to belong
I still see your face no matter how far I've gone

(I been) Running in circles, trying to fill the time
Of the spaces left from reading in between the lines
I haven't made it far yet, but I still outshine
All the dusty bones broken down that I left behind

....

Another year goes by, thinking about old wrongs.
Winter is here again hoping I'll hold on .
I strum a clear tune to write a cold cold song .
...But, I still see your face, no matter how far I've gone.

I fell for you like I was walking through
the living room in the dark.

Like when I used to do *******
Baby, you go straight to my heart.

Like a calendar
I see you almost every day.

And like this cigarette
you know, you take my breath away.

I still message you at noon, just to say
"Hey (smiley face)"

Romantic nights are when I brush my teeth before bed,
and you wash your face

We "Netflix & Chill" and worry 'bout the bills
that still need to be paid

I go out on weekends to play
you work all week long, and wish I could stay

When I get home I know
you'll still love me anyway

It's funny how the rain can wash away the day and
somehow still leave me lonely inside, feeling so far away.

If you were to take away from me all of the memories,
floating like the twigs and leaves piled at the end of the street,
would I seem to be as fresh as the air smells clean
from these monsters in my head that don't give me rest or sleep?

Well the rain doesn't fall quite so sleepily on me, and I ache
for the sun to shine again, and maybe bring me some peace.

See, I've been troubled for some time now with a home so far away
My little heart & soul were taken, and even with years I just can't shake the lonely hopeless feeling that don't ever wash away.
And if the clouds don't part, than forever in the dark   I'll stay  


Well, the rain has stopped now and the wind is dying down,
and I'm still here in this quiet little town
wondering how much farther to go to prove to myself
it don't matter none too much where ya started out,
it's how we all end up that's got us upside-down

Well, the rain doesn't fall quite so sleepily on me,
and I ache for the sun to shine again
and maybe    bring me      some  peace .

Jon or Jonny's what they called him back home
but we were all just "Private" to the Engineer Corp
Down for whatever, through thin & thick
in the worst parts of it all, he had my 6

His smile always lightened up the mood
when I needed a friend to listen, he was there too
Pieces of metel from an IED attack
still left a bit of shrapnel there in his back

"Where there's smoke.." Ya know that saying?
Needless to say, that's how he got a new name
1st man up, last one to leave
always the cool one when ya needed him to be

My "Battle Buddy"

E company came back 14 men short
with 30 purple hearts on class A uniforms
I got depressed & tried to deal with it
Smoke never seemed to find that switch

He didn't show up to formation one morn.
When I saw him in his car it shocked me to the core
seein' him there in PT shorts
with one less bullet in a 44

He was my Battle Buddy

....
Jon, or Jonny, is what they called him back home
We were all just Private to the Engineer Corp
Down for whatever, through thin & thick
in the worst parts of it all, he had my 6 .

pick up my pen, and start to write
breathe in the stars, strum a tune to the sky
still my heart, spend my time
free as the wind rushing through the pines

All I've got   is this song of mine
to help me walk    these yellow lines .

've gotten lost so many times
rivers and roads, and mountains to climb
hop a freight,  stick out a thumb or fly a sign
still so many places to go, but calling Here, "home" for tonight

Made a right hand turn in Witchita
met a guy named 'wrong turn' and headed back to the bar
woke up in Austin, slept in a van
sang "happy birthday to me" and got drunk again

******* second hand air through the countryside
busking here and there, (I'm) just along for the ride
traded time for a place that smelled like ****
loaded up the band, here we go again

Lost my mind,  a little I know,
pieces of me scattered up and down the road
some left in Georgia's July, others off the coast on an acid hike

........

Raged a bit too hard last night,
tried to destroy anything of meaning in life
Everything will **** you, I suppose,
sooner or later it's how we all go .