Not much to say about this song. I miss my baby. I miss my baby bad She’s the bestest baby this boy has aver had I miss my baby. I miss my baby real deep I miss her when I’m awake and I miss her when I’ asleep Since my baby left me…

key of C - no capo We listen for years for words to explain ourselves. "I'm good but not THAT good," was such a moment for me. Good enough to stay in the game but never good enough to win. Last night I kissed somebody I kissed somebody…

One day as I was turning into my driveway I saw Rita on her porch. She's a lot like me. AL & RITA Capo @2 in C C stepping down to F Al was a smoker. He's dead now, of course Al has Alzheimer's. Alcohol made it worse D stepping down…

ABOUT LUANNE capo @ 2 in Am 1st note - E Am G F E repeats Luanne’ll take you down But she don’t use muscle She’s found some of your pieces And she wants to solve your puzzle Dm She wants you to be happy Am And it bugs her that…

Things add up and a song comes along to tell you what it all adds up to. Every time I try to pin down why I wrote this and to whom I wrote it it just slips out of my grasp again and smiles. The way Shannon Elizabeth used "you" in her poems always…

THE PICNIC The sun broke like glass on the water The trees threw their shade on the sand The ants ate the crumbs on the blanket She ate the grapes from my hand We didn't know what we were doing It all started off with a smile And an innocent…

Yeah, I know it goes on too long but I put it at the end of the Cd so if I'm not asleep by then it does the job. And I totally understand if you think it doesn't make any sense and I ought to have left it off the CD. COLORS Spread…

I was reading this profile on MySpace and was impressed with this girl...really impressed. It's all there in her BIO. Masters degree and five languages. The part about using gender "stereotypes ironically" etc is an exact quote. SKIN TONE…

There is nothing like the presence of a horse. The quiet understanding. The gentle strength. Woodlake, California...1961. I had a horse. She was my friend. There were times in my teens when Babe was the only being that did not judge me…

THE PICNIC The sun broke like glass on the water The trees threw their shade on the sand The ants ate the crumbs on the blanket She ate the grapes from my hand We didn't know what we were doing It all started off with a smile And an innocent…