Bad Dreams

I wish it would snow
If it were granted
would I get buried?

What would I do then?
I'm not much of a man
in those situations

I have bad dreams
I have bad dreams

I'll keep singing my songs
take nothing for granted
set sights on new pastures

If the shepherd won't let me in
I'll learn not to hate him
out of fear of losing

my bad dreams
I have bad dreams


Home To You

I've been to Dealey Plaza
I've been to Montreal
I've seen the Californias
took nothing from it all

I slept through Misourri
through Montana too
I've heard it's God's country
nothing quite compares to you

I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
coming home to you

I've walked the streets of Paris
with my friend Zelda's ghost
I've been where the heart is
and seen both sides of most

I like Indiana
dusk from Congress bridge
my old house in Alberta
where family always lives

I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
coming home to you


Living In The Future

Today I heard a plane
as though for the first time
it jarred me from my sleep
the sound of its engines
were terrifying
disturbing the peace
that's the price we pay
for living in the future

I thought of those people in that jet plane
floating miles above the earth
where were they leaving?
Where were they going to?
in such hurry
that's just what you do
when you're living in the future

If I were with them and they let me steer
I'd want to fly over the Thames
see my first house
Paris on the Seine
the blue of the Gulfstream
the size of the Atlantic
and the great Mississippi

Time's no match for the Grand Banks
Time's no match for the Mountain
Time's no match for ashes
Time's no match for the Phoenix
Time's no match for music
Time's no match for my mind
or my body
it's just a measure
that keeps reminding us
reminding us
reminding us

we're living in the future


The Same Things

we lose sight of our limbs
underwater when we take the swim
many real things go unseen
among the fake things
abright in the gleam

the same things that make us laugh
are the same things that make us cry

tell the one joke you do so well
it makes us happy
it makes me proud as hell
kiss my forelock when I play dead
across my withers
I'll carry you to bed

the same things that make us laugh
are the same things that make us cry
the same things that make us laugh
are the same things that make us cry

I'm but a broke bird
whose song has sailed
I'm but a letter
returned through the mails
would you defend me to the songs
who have used me up before moving on?

the same things that make us laugh
are the same things that make us cry
the same things that make us laugh
are the same things that make us cry


Winter Mornings

Woke up in the morning with nothing to do
stretching in the sheets
I felt envious of your body
the air is still cold
the sun is not out
hello there my dear
for being the warmest part of winter mornings

snow is still falling
streetcars are slow
shops are all closed
that makes it quiet
it's true it doesn't snow like it once did
then again, seems everything's changed
since we were kids
winter mornings

what if we don't get up at all
cruise through Christmas
and your best friend's New Years ball
our limbs akimbo
as a rule of thumb
on into spring, when the birds all fly home
and we watch them come
winter mornings


Lake Travis

my body is a vessel
for your body to be gazed upon
your body is a trestle
that my body is hanging from
to be made more than a shell

I will continue to want to be just like you
us both sticking to the sand out on the beach
when you want to we could wade into the water
swallowed whole like the precious sons and daughters
that we are

Sand is what was used
to make these glass we cheers
to have these mango drinks
quench our fundamental thirst
to which we're born

it's in this way we both know to be free
running barefoot from the tourists across the lea
mind the danger of the snakes among of the rocks
if we don't startle them it's in their nature to stay out
of our way