Stopped in your tracks With your soul locked away Buried six feet under Used to be the game you would play Memories like words don't mean a thing Unless you hold them a certain way Like a month to a flame You need calm from the day to…

So many distractions the left's pulling up and the right is undone Dealing with reaction the motivated mind is a dangerous thing Son don't pity me I shook the hands and collected the toll I stood upon the podium and hid the skeletons so they…

I sit and wonder a bit The more I'm am conscience of it Out lived the old so it's in with the new I reconcile my loss Place it inside this box Bury it softly now for no one And still I be the one from my memory It's hard to breathe when…

How long we've been waiting for this storm to end Said we might go Where the winds they do blow Full steam ahead the blind captain said Might take some time now We might windup dead Just bury those bones along that 2 note transfer…

As slowly I recall These letters sent to you As all things come to pass I anticipate that I'll leave This world for a new Waiting for the letters that you'll send Civil War At 300 strong Into the heart of Dixie we roam We might be…

This salty man's a salty dog His travels have left him weary Got boots all lined up at the door He's must be carrying stones again... His salty wife waits on salty shores Tending the child she carries Washing his wounds with olive soap…