Thanksgiving Day 11/28/11 Its cold like November in the autumn of my life Too far to remember my subtle suicide And your words came and swept me away And i woke up on this Thanksgiving Day I was lost like a child in a secondhand store…

Just Passin’ Thru (t boudreau) Take whatever you want from me (babe) Take all that you need I need to lighten my load lately To a certain degree Tokens only are slowing me down There’s a lot of luggage in life Chatter scattered across…

Sublime Intervention (nobody cares) (t boudreau) I peaked thru a hole in my soul and saw you standing there Ringing the bell of my heart I forget where we left and that’s a great place to start We took a fling on the wing of a wild thing…

The Long Hard Line ( t boudreau) I locked myself inside in my mind Slammed the doors and drew the blinds I searched my soul to see what i'd find Purged whatever wasn't mine There comes a time when we find We must draw that long hard line…

Happily Ever After (Boudreau) I’ve been counting on the sun to come and melt my blues away I’ve been dying for your smile all day I’m trying to find the reason I’ve been moving so slow I guess I’m just tired of blaming the snow So I…

Happily Ever After (Boudreau) I’ve been counting on the sun to come and melt my blues away I’ve been dying for your smile all day I’m trying to find the reason I’ve been moving so slow I guess I’m just tired of blaming the snow So I…

February t boudreau I'm stuck inside of February With little chance of escape And all you bar-stool visionaries giving me advice that you'd never take Wanna seat on a slow boat heading South down a stream that seems to never end Or…

February t boudreau I'm stuck inside of February With little chance of escape And all you bar-stool visionaries giving me advice that you'd never take Wanna seat on a slow boat heading South down a stream that seems to never end Or…

Home Again (boudreau) I was brought up just north of New York City Where the Merrit greets the Hutch In a noisy house on a quiet street Where the neighbors know too much There's a weekend in spring when they throw out old things and…

Home Again (boudreau) I was brought up just north of New York City Where the Merrit greets the Hutch In a noisy house on a quiet street Where the neighbors know too much There's a weekend in spring when they throw out old things and…