The Brighter Candle The brighter candle knows the truth In golden glow of brightest sun And knows there’s no eternal youth The brighter candle So many, walking, go nowhere On bikes and skates with silver hair It’s like a dream she once…

PRETTY GIRL Pretty girl, pretty dress Well, I must confess my heart is in a mess Pretty girl Some guys can walk up to a girl Say, "Hey! I love you They make it look like something So easy to do Pretty girl, pretty dress Well, I…

PRETTY GIRL Pretty girl, pretty dress Well, I must confess my heart is in a mess Pretty girl Some guys can walk up to a girl Say, "Hey! I love you They make it look like something So easy to do Pretty girl, pretty dress Well, I…

HURRY I'm not in a hurry I've got all day to get there You don't have to worry I learned my lesson out there I spent all night in Utah As I make Green River The chains banged on the exhaust Til she began to quiver Asphyxiation creates…

I wrote this one lonely afternoon in San Anselmo, California at my friend, Eric's house. Missing Peggy. NIGHT TIME DREAMS It's a long way to Texas. Further to Tennessee I'm out here in California with nobody but me So, I'm thinkin' about…

I was told that even tho she left me after 28 years it doesn't negate the idea. There’s a place in my mind where your face had a home Long before you came into my life Before you were a known There’s a note in my song that I knew fit somewhere…

She danced in my eyes and to my surprise Her intentions were clearly defined She danced with the band and the pen in my hand Danced with her as she danced in my eyes Portland, Oregon. She was drunk. She thot I was James Taylor. Flower…

HOME (Am D) or (F C) VERSE 1. Where the (G) windmill sings to the mocking bird And the (CM7) prairie wind, without a word (Am) Whispers thru tall (D) grass, I’ll be (G) home (F C G) or (Am D) VERSE 2. Where the butter cups and…

THE SEASONS OF THE HEART The Seasons of the Heart, they come and go Like the winter wheat that weathers snow You and I will learn to fly. Never let the music fade and die And, if the seasons stopped turning We'd all wish for Winter…

Michael Jeffrey showed me a progression on the guitar. I wrote words to go with it.