Spent three days in jail, waiting for computer error to clear.
Automated customer service has me on hold, for what seems like years.
Debit card at the grocery store doesnt want to scan,
had to put back half of the groceries, not enough cash on hand.
Now they got these games,that let you bowl or fish,
all done in PJs, indoors.
Seems like no one wants to put on bug juice or bait a hook
around here any more.
Got Teenagers playing Combat games, up to level four.
Bet they would crap their pants if they had to go out of an aircraft door.
Drop their **** in middle of the night,
where bullets fly both ways
and if you  make it but your buddy dont,
then your left with the blame.
Laugh at me  and my simple ways, really dont give a ****,
wonder where we all will be when they start scanning our hands?
.........Your call is important to us , your approx wait time is......

There is a beautiful woman at the end of the bar,
the kind you see riding in a flashy car.
Not in here, in this smokey atmosphere.
She is playing with drink and a nervous smile,
look closer and you see she has been crying for awhile.
Angel flying too close to the ground.
Her wings have let her down.

chorus; But somewhere out there  someone is mad at her,
or she is ****** at the whole **** World....
nothing is as it seems,
bar room angels are few and far in
between.
Made for fools like me...nothing is as it seems.

She is the kind of woman that will get your guard down.
You will fall so easy, happy with what you have found..
nothing is as it seems, yes there are many fools like me.

Chorus:

So your  feet take you closer to her
but your heart stops you, best beware,
we have been her before,
never again we swore.
Cause somewhere out there someone is mad at her,
they fell for her charm now their feelings are hurt,
nothing is as it seems.
Plenty of fools like me.
Nothing is as it seems.
The fool would'nt be me.

A red feathered hawk glides across the semi frozen fairways
as  potential morsels scramble off the daily menu.
He  picks  at random , enjoys his meal, then starts his
search anew.
Such is Life.
A flat bottom ****** has found his home near the pond on  green number two.
Surrounded by trees on all sides for his **** building to choose.
Atlas he chose what wasn't wise and took a beam from someones porch.
So now he dangles at the end of a trap secured to a tree of course.
Such is Life
Wild geese come and gather round, here they found a place to stay.
Each day their wandering gets kind of wild when golf ***** sail their way.
Their droppings cause quite a mess on these wealthy mens shoes
but I laugh inside most of the time , this isn't the worse thing they could do.
Such is Life.
To me , to see nature entwine with population and still come to some course of harmony,
brings a peaceful moment to my life but mabey that's just me.
Such is Life

Standing on this porch I plead with the Wind.
Asking to blow you back to me again
but all I see is your fading tail lights.
The Wind is blowing through the hole in my heart,
echoes of cruel words said in the heat of the dark,
there is no way of this  coming to any good.
I'm standing here wishing that it would.
My pleads to  the Wind seemed unheard,
so I asked  the Rain a favor from her,
to wash this pain from my eyes,
but the Wind had already  tried.
I'm left  with memories of faded tail lights.
Standing on this porch on this rainy night,
the Wind blowing around everything in sight,
still no sign of you.
Still no sign of you.
Somewhere in a place unknown,
you're there and  you want to come home.
Ask the Wind what should you do.
There is someone still standing , waiting for you.

Got my hair slicked back, pack of red Dentyne.
Fresh brushed boots and ironed jeans.
Just washed the truck out at the lake,
drop a dime in the phone and check on my date........
last night as a civilian.
Got big plans , hope  for that long , long kiss,
bet her eyes open wide when she gets a look at this!
Been hauling hay  all summer long,
knew I was going in for the long haul.
Caint make a living on this dried up land,
got to go with Uncle Sam's plan.
So this box holds all my wishes and dreams........
we'll see....
Last night as a civilian.

Well they sat me down in a barber chair,
spun me around and I had no hair.
Troops out in the parking lot marking time,
singing this reality song to pass the time.
No Dentyne gum out here, no teenage queen,
fresh starched fatiques  and a M16.
Still got that little box in my wall locker,
still got her picture , even got that big , long kiss...
it was my last night  for alot of things.........

Well Mom came home covered in mud and all  in a fuss,
told Dad she's tired of  bouncing down all those ruts.
Now one thing is true around our house,
you better get busy to calm that woman down!
So Dad had a plan , Jack of All Trades,
he went about making a home made grade.
Took three railroad ties and then added a blade,
hooked it to the tractor and thought he had it made.
Well it seems ,Master of None, that blade just bounced
and nothing was geting done.
Here is where the plan really went wild,
he had all of us kids sit on it for a ride.
That road has a mind of its own
and when it saw this well, it was on!
Dad pulled the whole crew down the road just a bit
and that's when the road said this is it!
We snagged on a rock with that home made blade
and all of us kids went sailing, tail over head!
Wasn't a spot on us that wasn't black or blue,
covered in mud and a few lost shoes.
Needless  to say when Mom  saw all of us,
well that woman let out one hell of a fuss!
We all acted like we couldn't hear,
but even the neighbors got it loud and clear.
So that was the day the score came to a close,
zero for the Dad and one for that old dirt road!

The World looks different at  60 feet,
standing on the Huey skids, gritting my teeth.
Birds coming in fast and smoke rising slow,
drop into the tall grass not knowing which way to go.
Ears trying to hear and eyes not believing,
mortars and ******, men screaming and bleeding.
Yes the World looks different at 60 feet,
now hovering above me  where I'd rather be.
It's been  years now , the sights and sounds have gone to fade,
still look to the skies when I hear those blades.
Men faced walls of steel in that tall ****** grass,
at 60 feet my Brothers I raise this glass.
Gone but not forgotten.