A journey through life and to the West Coast.

Folk instrumental titled after a place in Missouri where loved ones lie in rest.

Two hours before morning light Highway signs go by all night Open window to catch the breeze Helps me clear my cluttered mind Road noise rumbling through the floor Been on this road once or twice before My mind is racing up ahead Leaving…

Just like two sides Of the same silver dollar We’re not alike but still the same And your big life Makes mine look smaller I wonder if you know my name I wait around You might be calling A telephone that never rings End of the day…

Bits and Pieces

D tuning always helps when your in a writing slump I find anyway.

I kissed an activist... now Uncle Sam is pissed! She goes around... tryin' to burn things down.

HEAVY GUITAR AND DRUMS, SONG NEEDS A SERIOUS HUG AND PROPER MIXDOWN, VOCALS, WHICH PRETTY MUCH GO "FUCK MY LIFE...repeat"