I'm afraid
I don't know what to tell you
I'm oh so tired
I don't know what to tell you
I 'm not sure I will make it
I don't know what to tell you
I'm sure it is too far from here
I'don't know what to tell you
I'm oh so tired
I don't know what to tell you
I'm afraid

Muddy roads
worn down shacks
wisps of smoke
from old red stacks
tattered blankets
this and that
Hominy grits
n' fat back
Corn fields, scrub oak,
mesquite trees
blue skies
cotton fields
Muddy roads

Dead

Dead
Brown grass
Evergreen trees
Old yellow house
Broken glass
Dingy grey skies
purple mass
blackening eyes
come the morrow
the fight begins
all the sorrow
Casper and his friends
the torment never
ends.

edge

running on the edge
feel the burning
wind is calling
heads are turning
night is falling
running on the edge
confusion
delusion
illusion
running on the edge
crimson drops
forming fast
here they
come
coming fast
drips
blips
I feel it
now
running on the edge
They say it’s a lie
to want to die
running on the edge

Never

never saying
what we mean
never wanted
never took
never meaning
what we say
ever haunted
silent look
tears as fine
as winter's wine
much too heady
Silent words
such as these
much too heavy
never spoken
yet understood.
quiet times
yet clear
I hear
silent words
such as these
denied
never spoken
yet understood.
much to heavy
lied
proper things
hard
to find
proper things
to which
to bind

ramblings

silence
well except for all
these racing thoughts
screaming in my head
slience
pleasant smile, nod of the head
facades

Empty
sun is
always in my
eyes.

Corn fields, scrub oak
mesquite trees
blue skies
cotton fields
freezing fog,
rolling hills
the Thames
island in
the fog
seated in heavenly places

blackness settles over me
quiet pub
warm fire
whispers in my mind

Silent words
such as these
never spoken
only understood.

quiet times
yet clear I hear

silent words
such as these
never spoken
only understood.

Delusions, illusions
wrinkled skin
urine stained
toothless grin
reeks of gin
does not know
where to begin
memories of bygone days
looking past
no one stays
wrinkled skin
urine stained
toothless grin
reeks of gin.
does not know
where to begin
are these my golden days
delusions, illusions
Is this my sin

poor man soul

Poor man
soul made of whiskey and blood
poor man soul made of whiskey and
blood
sits all day in his easy chair
sits all day and cries
and he cries about
all the people out
in the cold winter snow.
and he wonders when
the time will come to see his
friends again.
yes he sits all day in his
easy chair
sits all day and cries
and he cries about
all the people out in
the cold winter snow
and he wonders when
the time will come to see
his sons again
cuz he sits all day in his
easy chair
sits all day and cries
and he cries about all the people
out in the cold winter snow
yes he wonders when his time
will come to see them all again

Whiskey breath and matted hair

Whiskey breath and matted hair
Oh my gawd how did I end up here
is that puke in my ear?
last thing I heard was

beer maid shot of jack
and a beer
corner table over there
Whiskey breath and matted hair
trying to forget
forget about you
beer maid make that a double
corner table over there.
whiskey breath and matted hair.
lovely porcelain

cold to the

touch wonderful god

that I love so much

Worship at his throne

day and night

whiskey breath and matted hair

two more beers over theree.

sadness

sadness
comes and goes
ebbs and flows
sadness
always grows

blue

blue
texas skies
blue bonnets
eyes
doll babies that cry
blue

You weigh on me
your laugh
your voice
you weigh on me
I cannot stop
I will not stop
you weigh on me
like a stone
around my neck
you weigh on me
I feel you in my sleep
I hear you in my mind
you weigh on me.

I see your face

I see your face
hiding in my mind
shining full of life.
I see your face
it calls to me
but I am here
and you are there.
I see your face
loving and kind
with just a touch of
mischief on the side.
I see your face it calls to me