Queen maybe doors ajar, shall we take dinner and a movie Can’t wait for shooting stars, when all the galaxy’s for choosing One step to the floor One step maybe more King certain in cement, no phantom stair to keep you guessing, Your…

Cross my heart, and hope to live forever If we’re wishing we might as well jump Bittersweet, sepia tones rolling down the canyon, Turning my head So long this long refrain So long we’ll meet again Flying past though leave no trails…

All the eyes are staring at me Flay the sacrificial lamb Angry barking dogs in cubicles Are lining up to bite my hand Pouring meds right down our throats And surfing the big sad Lashing out a spiteful scrape ‘cause everyone’s on edge…

Where did you go, man on a mission, path of omission Out of control, lack of contrition, where did you go You hid the clouds, black helicopter, waiting forever A man the crowd, a plant or an actor, where did he go You were caught there…

In the fading light, I compose a line And then tongue tied tangled down upside Unbroken Unspoken Better than the words I would have stumbled over If you read my eyes, you could catch my vibe Then I wouldn’t have to die inside

I came awake to watch the sun drop Counting fortunes in the stars hope for aurora borealis Or freeze inside just where we are I don’t know what you know There is no Rosetta Stone We left the party in the garden I’d stay, but couldn…

When the shivers go right down your spine like a river Or the whiplash from turning your head to the coast Brace, the stormfront breaching outside, Every tree, bends like a dragons tail We lean our bodies toward the headwinds turning our…

Out in the field I spy a rabbit One of the ordinary kind You never thought you’d meet the neighbors, did you You never thought you’d take a drive I see you now you’re running fast You’re turning inside out Caught the blade, shovel’s edge…

Bit the apple through the core, then made sure to taste the poison You can’t fare thee well no more, when you’re out on the horizon’s edge Don’t stare at the sun, an Icarus flight, we’re all meant to come, back down. Shoot an arrow off…

I suppose it could be worse I know I'm lucky I'm all right But I can tell that you've been cursed And it keeps me up at night So few are born to come in first So many born into a fight If the roles had been reversed Would they still believe…