shame I make the same mistakes each time adding up, piling on this list of my crimes the biggest to the smallest weigh the same to me buried beneath of mountain with no hope of getting free holding on to my broken dreams shame I have no…

the cold collides, outside, oh woe this hopless day, the warm resides, inside, makes me want to cry the emotions, that i hide, oh woe this hopless way, confide with the sky, don't ask me why and the branches swining, and the animals play…

This track is written and performed by my 12 year old son Zack. He really is coming along great as a musician, and I'm proud to include him in my RPM project for a second year!

rpm song from 2007, my wife's father had just died and i had to drive 4 hours to be with her, then spent 2 days with her and her family, then drove back home and left her there. this is the song about that journey home. the house is cold…

here we are, for the very first time is it safe to touch you or am I way out of line now it's over, and our embrace was far too sweet is it safe to fall in love or is this a game that can never be beat here we are in my bedroom all alone…

from my re-mix CD