I sat down
To write a poem about
The way things used to be

But I can't remember
Much before dinner
So that thought's eluding me

Then I thought
A poem about
The life I'm living now

What came across
Was one big yawn
Perhaps a bit too loud

Then it occurred to me
Maybe the poem should be
Set in the near future

Before I even began
That light grew dim
So that path I didn't venture

Now here I am
With pen and paper in hand
In this conundrum of what to write

Until that time
The poem I find
I'll just kindly say goodnight

So far away
From where we used to be
What can you say about the good old days
That we've put out to sea

In their own wake, there they'll stay
Drifting haphazardly
Our yesterdays, pounded by waves
Of fading memories

We made the best of it
Both port and starboard sides
In our youth, well-equipped
For those, the best of times

The ship we once anchored to
Gave way with rusted chains
Now out at sea in waters deep
The long gone good old days

Hanging out new to the scene
So often wonder what that means
As I sit in front of the world's screen
Started in on ...Googling

I typed in a single word
Pressed enter for the Google search
Took me down the path absurd
Where all the lines were blurred  

From there I ventured off the path
Wish I'd known there's no turning back
Marveled at the knowledge that I lack
Like how to whittle your own baseball bat

Just in case you're wondering
Midgets don't melt in the rain
Who doesn't think that that's insane
As I dive deeper into Googling

The art of bathing a Hindu rat
Skinning a two-headed Siamese cat
The taking of the perfect nap
Standing up while keeping your lap intact

How to delicately pierce a Rhino's ear
Dressing up then down a deer
50 different ways a man can cheer
While toasting his favorite Micro beer

Abstract art using cotton *****
How to paint between the lines on paisley walls
Teaching Yankees how the South says ya'll
Lost episodes of the show called Lost

Food served upon the world's menus
Even specialties from Timbuktu
Why the sea is green and the sky is blue
As my googling madness continues

More artwork this time with the jam of toes
How to pick your friends but never your friend's nose
Cleaning of the house without a stitch of clothes
The whole time being careful with the vacuum hose

80's Hairbands I used to like
That now know what bald feels like
Making a homemade Hindenburg kite
One that lands this time

How to handle midlife like a man
Taking a survey of what you could have been
Raising Spider Monkey's  in the comfort of your den
As I keep on Googling

I now find myself Googling out in front
As I'm Googling from behind
Googling up as I'm Googling down
To the left and to the right
I've learned how to gargle Google
That's a well known Google fact
And if you don't believe me
You can even Google that

When life has me down
On the mats
Running circles
Doing laps
Short of breath
Losing bets
I go to the internet
And Google cats...

I see water colored
Cats as art
Cats with wings
Swinging stars
Cats that sing
Cats that bathe
Dressed like Pirates
Sailing lakes
Cats that bark
Just like dogs
Cats with friends
Playing cards
Cats that jump
But not that far
Catching air
While missing marks
Cats in Charlie Chaplin hats
Using credit
Who's got cash
Cats that eat
Silly String
Freak out when
The doorbell rings
Cats that talk
Like babies do
Where their meow
Sounds like goo goo
Cats in color
Black and white
Chase other cats
Run from mice
Where my kids say
That's nothing new
I'm sure some of you
Have seen it too

But like I said
When life gets bad
Where sanity
Is barely kept
I close my door
And lock the latch
Go to the internet
And Google cats...

I met a man in a playful tune
Who had a thought I thought I knew
He said to me goo goo g'joob
Does anything sound more real to you

We were out standing in a field
With fresh strawberries dancing at our heels
In a moment a bit too surreal
Continue on Bungalow Bill

We moved past a four-man line
As we slipped into dream #9
Being there for the benefit of Mr. Kite
When Lucy and her diamonds fell from the sky

A day in the life left tragically
Our mystery tour on a yellow submarine
The revolution of love has now left the building
In a puddle of memories out on the street

She held your hand to comfort you
The color of love now the color of blue
Till the bitter end, you sang passion true
Goodbye to you Goo goo g'joob...

I met a man in a playful tune
Who had a thought I thought I knew
He said to me goo goo g'joob
Does anything sound more real to you

We were out standing in a field
With fresh strawberries dancing at our heels
In a moment a bit to surreal
Continue on Bungalow Bill

We moved past a four man line
As we slipped into dream #9
Being there for the benefit of Mr. Kite
When Lucy and her diamonds fell from the sky

A day in the life left tragically
Our mystery tour on a yellow submarine
The revolution of love has now left the building
In a puddle of memories out on the street

She held your hand to comfort you
The color of love now the color of blue
Till the bitter end you sang passion true
Goodbye to you Goo goo g'joob...

I met a man in a playful tune
Who had a thought I thought I knew
He said to me goo goo g'joob
Does anything sound more real to you

We were out standing in a field
With fresh strawberries dancing at our heels
In a moment a bit too surreal
Continue on Bungalow Bill

We moved past a four-man line
As we slipped into dream #9
Being there for the benefit of Mr. Kite
When Lucy and her diamonds fell from the sky

A day in the life left tragically
Our mystery tour on a yellow submarine
The revolution of love has now left the building
In a puddle of memories out on the street

She held your hand to comfort you
The color of love now the color of blue
Till the bitter end, you sang passion true
Goodbye to you Goo goo g'joob...


R.I.P.
John Lennon 10/9/40-12/8/80

I met a man in a playful tune
Who had a thought I thought I knew
He said to me goo goo g'joob
Does anything sound more real to you

We were out standing in a field
With fresh strawberries dancing at our heels
In a moment a bit to surreal
Continue on Bungalow Bill

We moved past a four man line
As we slipped into dream #9
Being there for the benefit of Mr. Kite
When Lucy and her diamonds fell from the sky

A day in the life left tragically
Our mystery tour on a yellow submarine
The revolution of love has now left the building
In a puddle of memories out on the street

She held your hand to comfort you
The color of love now the color of blue
Till the bitter end you sang passion true
Goodbye to you Goo goo g'joob...


R.I.P.
John Lennon 10/9/40-12/8/80

I met a man in a playful tune
Who had a thought I thought I knew
He said to me goo goo g'joob
Does anything sound more real to you

We were out standing in a field
With fresh strawberries dancing at our heels
In a moment a bit to surreal
Continue on Bungalow Bill

We moved past a four man line
As we slipped into dream #9
Being there for the benefit of Mr. Kite
When Lucy and her diamonds fell from the sky

A day in the life left tragically
Our mystery tour on a yellow submarine
The revolution of love has now left the building
In a puddle of memories out on the street

She held your hand to comfort you
The color of love now the color of blue
Till the bitter end you sang passion true
Goodbye to you Goo goo g'joob...

I met a man in a playful tune
Who had a thought I thought I knew
He said to me goo goo g'joob
Does anything sound more real to you

We were out standing in a field
With fresh strawberries dancing at our heels
In a moment a bit to surreal
Continue on Bungalow Bill

We moved past a four man line
As we slipped into dream #9
Being there for the benefit of Mr. Kite
When Lucy and her diamonds fell from the sky

A day in the life left tragically
Our mystery tour on a yellow submarine
The revolution of love has now left the building
In a puddle of memories out on the street

She held your hand to comfort you
The color of love now the color of blue
Till the bitter end you sang passion true
Goodbye to you Goo goo g'joob...

I met a man in a playful tune
Who had a thought I thought I knew
He said to me goo goo g'joob
Does anything sound more real to you

We were out standing in a field
With fresh strawberries dancing at our heels
In a moment a bit to surreal
Continue on Bungalow Bill

We moved past a four man line
As we slipped into dream #9
Being there for the benefit of Mr. Kite
When Lucy and her diamonds fell from the sky

A day in the life left tragically
Our mystery tour on a yellow submarine
The revolution of love has now left the building
In a puddle of memories out on the street

She held your hand to comfort you
The color of love now the color of blue
Till the bitter end you sang passion true
Goodbye to you Goo goo g'joob...


R.I.P.
John Lennon 10/9/40-12/8/80

fragile and frail
souls on the mend
sewed at a tender young age
with gossamer thread

winds can blow hard
the way winds will do
causing the thread
to sometimes come loose

fragile and frail
all that they have
a life pattern sewn
with gossamer thread

inside my head
there is this voice
feeds me lies
tries to coerce
while i smile
the secret's kept
swinging by
a gossamer thread

argues with
my sanity
makes excuses
who to believe
feel like i've
been left for dead
swinging by
a gossamer thread

shows up early
stays till late
opens up
the flood gate
on wobbly knees
afraid what's next
swinging by
a gossamer thread

I want what you have got
Because you have what I have not
And as an afterthought
You also want what I have got

Never are we satisfied
With what we're given in this life
When all we think of all the time
Is I want yours and you won't mine

Because you want what I have got
When I have what you have not
And then as an afterthought
I also want what you have got

With everything I ever write
I do not know how not to rhyme
Do not think I have not tried
But never does it feel quite right

Extra time it may take in the search
To set to rhyme the perfect of words
But once that rhyme does occur
It's well worth the pain I had to endure

So right out of the starting block
I take all of the words that I have got
Simple line by line, grueling lot by lot
To never have rhymed, I'm thinking not

Mind if I ask you a question
When did the government become your god
The one who you bow down to
Without a clue as you bobble head nod

With the promises of lifetime prosperity
While filling its collection plate up
Doesn't take a whole lot of faith
All I can say is I wish you good luck

As your gods power and greed indeed runs deep
Something the congregation should know
Taking you for all that you're worth
Leaving you little with no lasting hope

With its prophets of daily false promises
Lining the city streets
Holding up signs of the end times
Unless your god (the government) divinely intervenes

Making it hard to tell is this heaven or hell
Which side does your god stand on
Depends on the moment to whether they own it
And how far wrong they can spin it along

You're living a life of illusion
Religiously delusional at best
Which has me beg this question again
When did your god become the government

the people in congress
say that they're for us
but honesty bleeds
short on memory

here to help us they tell us
while they up and sell us
play us for fools
knee-deep in their greed

then there's the senate
right smake dab in it
pants on fire liers
without skipping a beat

here to undo you
it's just what they do
power that leads to
a game played for keeps

there's a call for our government
and they need to answer it
from you and me
to leave us be

it's hard to remember when
with all these shenanigans
as honesty bleeds
short on memory

I never really cared or ever prepared
Nor kept a list of does and don'ts
Had an attitude of whatever suits you
And just went along with the flow

But like every day brings about change
The sun is always chased by the moon
It's never too late to have your say
In the way you warm up to the truth

With no reason in life to flip, flop, or fly
Or even give up the ghost
I seemed to pass by all of the signs
And just went along with the flow

From A, B, and C all the way through to Z
I had not a care to my name
With a deep-seated need to always be free
I never played along with the games

I now take with a grain, things tossed my way
Never giving up hope on the highs and the lows
As I make my way through the grind of the day
And still go along with the flow

Just when you thought that you'd had enough
Craziness is making another run
Remove the fork cause it ain't quite done
Grab your **** and buckle it up

We are all in for the wildest of rides
Pushing and pulling us out with the tide
Too late now to somehow change your mind
We've all slipped knee deep in the slide

Mad as a Hatter slather up buttercup
Here comes the batter looking for a home run
Out of the park when it comes to undone
At a loss for words feel free to hum

Beat your chest and drool on yourself
As you watch the world round you melt
These are the cards that we've been dealt
Where danger dangles under the kilt

Sand yourself down when things get rough
Craziness is making a lunge
Just when you think that you've had enough
Grab your **** and buckle it up

Just when you thought that you'd had enough
Craziness is making another run
Remove the fork cause it ain't quite done
Grab your **** and buckle it up

We are all in for the wildest of rides
Pushing and pulling us out with the tide
Too late now to somehow change your mind
We've all slipped knee deep in the slide

Mad as a Hatter slather up buttercup
Here comes the batter looking for a home run
Out of the park when it comes to undone
At a loss for words feel free to hum

Beat your chest and drool on yourself
As you watch the world round you melt
These are the cards that we've been dealt
Where danger dangles under the kilt

Sand yourself down when things get rough
Craziness is making a lunge
Just when you think that you've had enough
Grab your **** and buckle it up

Grab your wings
And we'll sail away
From the secrets held by darkness
Into the brightness of the day

From the moments that hold us captive
And have kept us down so long
Hanging by a single thread
To an old familiar song

Hold on tight as we prepare the flight
In which we'll be leaving soon
Over brightly covered mountain heights
Underneath a crescent moon

We'll find answers to the questions
As we float gently on the breeze*
Flying low over fields of flowers
Skirting the tops of Redwood trees

Visiting ancient ruins
From the Palisades of the past
Where we'll find a future awaiting us
In the die that has been cast

With all that is just, set up just for us
In colorful array
So grab your wings, no need for other things
*As we'll be leaving here today

Who would have thunk
Who could have guessed
That we'd all end up
Dressed like this

Here on this stage
In cap and gown
With tassels tossed
Frowns upside down

We'll say hello
To new found life
When to old friends
We say goodbye

And also to
The ways of youth
As time moves on
Without a clue

We'll run the race
Beyond all this
In hope's and dreams
That life is blessed

Where some will lose
And some will win
While others make
The best of it

Who would have thunk
Who could have guessed
That on this day
We'd be graduates

Here's now to where we all are at
Graduating from the past
Stepping into a whole new world
No longer boys and girls

Remembering the faces along the way
Yet forgetting all the names
Nothing further from this point
Will ever remain the same

We will toss these years behind
Like daylight does the night
Later brought back up again
In the days of remember when

We we're young and had it all
All the dreams that we could hold
Until reality came along
And poured those dreams down a darkened hole

But none of those thoughts come into play
On the plans today that we will make
We are young and will have our say
On this our Graduation day

What can you say
About kids these days
'Cept they ain't got no respect

Walking around
Like a bunch of clowns
Hey punks pull up your pants

I don't really care
To see your underwear
Or any skid marks running up the back

Put on a belt
And if nothing else
It'll hold in all that lazy fat

And what you call music
I'm going to lose it
If I hear any more of that crap

Back in the day
We had people who sang
That didn't sound like a half strangled cat

And the way you cover your skin
With ink from the pen
In what you think are cool tattoos

I wonder what they'll look like
Later in life
When all that skin is hanging loose

All those piercings you've got hanging
Some even ****** dangling
Pretty much match the hole in your head

If you took them out kiddie
I bet the wind through you would whistle Dixie
That's pretty much it "Nuff Said"

Here we are midday
With hunger pangs
That feel they need addressing

They're here to stay
Won't go away
Till I've been taught a lesson

With the fact
Of my missed morning snack
I head down to the kitchen

Swing open the pantry door
Right before
I notice something missing

I should have known
The grape jelly again went rouge
Like umpteen times before

You would think in turn
I would have learned
To lock the pantry door

Still it'll be easy to find
As grape can't keep its lid tight
I follow the droplets in no hurry

Knowing it's in the den
In front of the T.V. stand
Cause grape jelly loves watching Maury

I owe, I owe, don't you know
In everything I do
Either way I hesitate
When it comes to gratitude

If I think about how things turn out
Whether good or bad
I really should be grateful
For all I do and do not have

Grateful for the skin I'm in
That holds it all together
Count it all off as a win
The days that I encounter

Grateful for the friends I have
Along with family
From days first light, well into the night
That I have them here with me

For my job I'm grateful
Though I do at times complain
Sometimes I find it necessary
I'm sure a few of you do the same

Grateful I know Jesus
And that he calls me friend
When he sees me, he knows my needs
And thankfully forgives my sins

I'm grateful for the sunny days
And also, days of rain
Which helps to green the garden
And the beauty it displays

There's so much to be grateful for
In our every day to day
If things don't go right in this life
Be grateful all the same

I'm grateful for most everything
One is the fact that I don't cuss
I'm grateful for this shiny dime
To ride this city bus
That takes me to where you are
Because I'm grateful for the both of us
I guess if you have to ask
I'm grateful most for love

But I'm also grateful for the sunshine
And grateful for the rain
That washes away the dirt and grime
To make things new again
That's sometimes what tear drops do
Guess they both act one and the same
Imagine the power if you combined
Teardrops in the rain

I'm grateful that I thought of this
So I could write it down
As I travel on this city bus
To your side of town
Where I started being grateful
Because to you is where I'm bound
Guess I'll just name this poem of mine
Grateful all around

He's like a whisper so no one sees him
Among the crosses and the graves
Dusting off the clinging moss
That covers up the names

Of the ones left long forgotten
Passed on by Father Time
Where we all end up eventually
Those on this side are just waiting in line

He feels his job is just
For it is something that he must
All he has left are the dead
ashes to  ashes, dust to dust

In a shady corner when the heat gets to much
He rests beside the grave of his young son and wife
No longer there to bring him comfort
Though in death they're still his breath of life

He'll continue on in his daily task
Showing the respect that's due the dead
Because that is all life now is to him
And all that he has left

Cemeteries can be scary  
Passing by whistling a tune
With the shifting of the shadows
Below the glow of a blood moon

Tombstones whisper their owners names
While trees creak in the winter breeze
As both my mind and my eyes
Play ghastly tricks on me

The sound I fear, I hope I hear
Is that of a lone Owl
And not a hootenanny
Of Ghostly Spirits on the prowl

It's hard to keep these knocking knees
From giving out in protest
As my racing heart skips a beat
Imagining what will come next

As I pass by this graveyard
Whistling the driest of tunes
Cemeteries can be scary
Below the glow of a blood moon

Gravity
Holds me down
Keeps my feet
On solid ground
Grabs me tight
Both night and day
So I don't fly
Too far away

Gravity
And me hand in hand
Keeps the beat
In this hold down dance
Spinning through
The atmosphere
Gravity
Is what keeps me here

This Gravy Train is pulling out of the station
Leaving the freeloaders behind
It's never too late to erase mistakes in the making
Saving the taxpayer a whole lot of dimes

Got it all wrong when they stayed too long
Inside of their gambling car
They've wasted our dues to the point they don't
Have any more wishes to throw at the stars

That's what you get with the Government
And not a soul that you know to take blame
They call it a gift when it's our money spent
As we happily wave bye, bye, to The Gravy Train

Is the grass greener
On the other side of life
Or more of a dream

And do the people
On the other side of life
Dream about this side

There's a bus with four flats in the front yard
Greyhound written on it's side
Wondering how in the world it got there
And where in the world it was I was last night

It has all of it's blinkers a flashing
With the radio blaring loud
I'm getting a tad bit worried here
As it's slowing drawing a crowd

How lucky is it that it missed
My above ground swimming pool out front
Which I know would do better in the back yard
But it was to much trouble to move all the junk

As soon as the cobwebs clear my head
And my eyes cease their interpretive dance
I do what any red blooded American citizen would
And proceed to remove all evidence

I wish it is that I could remember
What it was that had gone on
From the looks inside the greyhound
It really must have been quite fun

The night had to involve Major Rock Stars
The way inside the bus was wreaked
If I didn't know any better I'd think
That Keith Moon had come back from the dead

The back window was smashed wide open
On the ground lay a big screen T.V.
Hard to believe but it was still running
With breaking news on channel 3

There I was in all of my glory
Whooping and hollering on top of the bus
Riding through downtown with lasso in hand
Like I was a cowboy rustling up some grub

I knew it wouldn't be long now
Before the Authorities came looking for me
Even though my head was still full of mud
I had to think lighting fast on my feet

So I jumped into the drivers position
And into first gear I slammed
Drove the bus straight into the junk of the backyard
And never saw that Greyhound again

She's as long and leggy
as the tallest Georgia pine
Goes right away straight to your head
like Elderberry wine

That sweet Georgia peach
Filling every Southern need

With a draw as smooth
as the cool Smokey Mountain dew
Lighting up the night sky
like Lightning bugs in June

Knows how to treat her man so well
That sweet Southern Belle

Like the waves of Saint Simons Island
Kissing the Georgia the shore
Keeps you coming back for more of that
Hard for any man to ignore

Settle for nothing less
Than a girl that's G.R.I.T.S.
(Girl Raised In The South)

My mind never thought
Or ever crossed
The dim lit idea
Of me growing old

Until I met you
Those thoughts never knew
To cling to that thought
Of this being true

All I'd ever known
Was being alone
Now I can't wait to be
With you growing old

Wait a minute buddy
Is this some sort of joke
No one told me this would happen
The moment I got old

That all my youthful vigor
Would be replaced with aches and pains
And that I would barely remember
My first let alone last name

And that all the pills I'm taking
Would be my meal replacement
I should buy stock in Advil
I'd be a millionaire if you know what I'm saying

Luckily I'm not there yet
Where diapers are a necessity
Guess I have to thank my prostate
Keeping the *** from running freely

And the hair that used to be
On top this shinny head
In my early 50's dug a tunnel
That now comes out my nose instead

Every morning when I wake up
I'm now wondering who, what, when, and why
Heaven looks a lot like my bedroom
When I feel like I have died

Guess all those old farts in the home are laughing
Over the wool they've pulled for fun
But don't worry all you young whipper snappers
Your day is soon to come

Yes someone somewhere is cackling
At this the cruelest joke
Though I find nothing funny
About me growing old

Let me start off at the start
Where this tale begins
I was turning 5
Wishing I were 10

Always did I feel
Youthful years they held me back
There was so much more that I could do
But so much that I lacked

As sure as I live
Then I turned 10
Hoping soon to be
The tinder age of 13

I knew as a teen that I would be
Footloose and fancy free
13 seemed to hold me back
Had to be 16 is where it's at

16 soon arrived
I took the car to drive
But had nowhere go as an adult
Hoping 21 would make it so

Say hello 21
I took it on the run
Never looking back
Still something that I lacked

The big 3-0
Would be the age I know
The one to satisfy
The apple in my eye

What 30 did
Was came and went
40 hit me up side the head
Like an angry brick

Then I blinked and
50 learned my name
Nothing since that moment
Has ever been the same

Now with 60
Staring me in the face
Can I go back to 5
If there is any way

This kind of has me worried
As it's sort of getting late
When am I supposed to grow up
Once again has crossed my plate

Quickly pushing at the 60's
Quite the unfamiliar scene
Still stuck in adolescence
Those that know me, know what I mean

You would think that at some point in time
I would have had enough
And somewhere down this age old line
I would have found time to grow up

But as the game is played so far
So far with what I've found
Maturity may not be for me
In the cards this time around

Guess I'll leave be with the degree handed me
And the cards I have been dealt
Handing this growing up business over
To everybody else

Just North of South Carolina
Is where this country boy was born
All I really cared in those growing years
Was the running through woods kind of fun

Those days I fondly remember
There's no way you can bad mouth the South
With water up to our knees chasing crawfish in creeks
And anything else nature would allow

Even squirrel hunting as younguns
So my Granny could make us a pie
No secret better kept than eating straight off the land
Whether it was squirrels or apples to find
Granny always made delicious pies

Always in church every Sunday
Paying the Lord his due respects
For all that we have and all that he gives
Plus for the forgiveness of sins

Then after church when there weren't no chores
We'd kiss and tell our parents goodbye
They'd not see us again till we heard the bell ring
Come about supper time

There's something that's to be said about being a kid
Growing up down in the South
Where there's no better time below the Mason Dixon line
But that you'd have to find out for yourself

Call this guessing but if we laid our weapons
Down and just gave up
Would those we hurt do in return
And chalk it up as love

Someone has to be humble enough
To admit that they were wrong
It would help in light for both sides
To try and get along

Hard to deny when it's pride
Holding us back and yet
We hesitate to do and say
The way we know is best

We spend our time on opposite sides
Staring our so-called enemies down
As life takes its toll on what we're told
Waiting for it to come back around

In hopes that we don't really need
To be taught a valuable lesson
That the stronger ones are first to lay down their guns
But then again, I might only be guessing

There's always some type of noise
Running through my head
From music to mass media
There's not a lot of room that's left

To hear a gentle whisper
That comes from the Lord
Guidance and comfort
In this war-torn world

When I find I'm anxious
With the noisy goings on
I seldom find that I'm
Close enough to the Lord

It is in the silence
That He speaks to me
Comfort and guidance
Being my greatest need

What he needs from me you see
Is to take a step back
To realize what I don't
And everything that he has

I just need to remove myself
From all this daily noise
For the guidance and comfort
I need from the Lord

Best friends forever
Always together
Looking for someone to blame

No need to be guessing
Not here for the blessing
Keep bringing up your name

In case you've forgot
They gladly name drop
Always ready to play

Both long time buddies
Swim water that's muddy
So close, could be one and the same

What you should do
Is let them both loose
Don't even join in with their game

Whatever you've heard
Don't believe a single word
They are liars, both Guilt and Shame

You might be wondering where I've been
And how it is that I got here
I've been on the next to last step from the end
Could I make it any clearer

Since life has lost all meaning
I've been meaning to check you out
But first I have a riddle
Why is life riddled with so much doubt

The progress that we're making
Are we making it all up
The way things are going lately
We need a bit of better luck

I'm mixing greens with yellows
To make the color blue
Why am I always the fella
That's nervous next to you

There's a lighthouse on the point
That guides the sailing ships
Where all my needs and all my wants
Will be different in the end

*So don't look to deep inside of me
For my soul is paper thin
Like I said my needs and wants
Will be different in the end
Before they're blown off by the wind...

I'm a gun in hand

Feel the power in me
When all is done and said
Maker of mother's grief
Here to protect
When on the beat
Harbourer of death
If rises the need

I'm a gun in hand

**** or be killed
The problem where I stand
Is that of man's free will
With no conscience in
The way I was built
Hard cold demands
In cold blue steel

I'm a gun in hand

Open gate to your fears
Dreams up and left
Free flowing tears
The end of all bets
A quick way out of here
I'm a gun in hand
How many have there been this year

A bright new future on display
At the start of each new day
In the spoken word of yes I can
With the name of Gunner Van

Bringing hope to us all
This precious gift wrapped so small
A heart beating thunder he's sure to have
This child of wonder, Gunner Van

He'll grow up strong he'll grow up tall
Hand him the world he'll take it all
There's not a word that can not be said
About the love we have for Gunner Van

Me and the guys have been around
quite a long time
Hung out with women
most of our lives
It's now come to the point
where me and the guys
Would like to apologize

From all of the things
we've been sneaking around
Which ya'll probably know
but haven't let on
Thinking we've pulled the wool
over your eyes
But to you it's no surprise

All the times we've forgotten
to take the trash out
That's the funk from the trunk
but don't know what's the sound
And those nights you thought
that was just a bad dream
We really forgot to put down the seat

When we have that blank look
like we're lost in our thoughts
We're really sitting there
with no thoughts at all
And to save time and water
we believe a few squirts of Febreze
Can be more than a wonderful thing

That part when we say
we have to work late
It's true but only because
we slept at our desks all day
If that has you scratching
your head wondering why
When you're asleep we play video games all night

That's just a few
Of the things that us guys do
Believe me there's more
But we don't want to scare you
We're pretty sure
that if all it you knew
You'd ship us all off the Kalamazoo

I'm not sure about you
but I'm willing to bet
Like me that you're glad
We got that off our chest
All in good fun life keeps you laughing
So lets all just pretend
That none of this really happens