Yesterday’s yesterday…
Forty-eight hours and ten minutes plus,
we spent all but two talking about us.
Are we so complicated?
So much you have tolerated,
how often you said I’m a strung-out man.
Really, I’m just that bass guitarist you fell for in the rock and roll band.
 
My riffs are made from magic, my chords from a quarry of stone.
I’ve played my songs till my flesh is cut to the bone.
You say I care more about my music than I do about you;
I say no, it’s untrue, untrue, untrue!
Can we lock our love up, put it in a box, tie it with a bow?
Then hide it in a place others are scared to go.
 
Now I’m a middle-aged rocker looking for my glory days,
I want to go touring again, what do you say?
I’m a member of the band,
if I don’t voyage with them, I’ll be in never, never land.
‘Cause music’s my calling I write the verse,
 the tunes come freely when we rehearse.
Your words fall from my ears,
my eyes bleed sorrowful tears
I now see me coming apart,
is it the love for my music or the love for your heart?
 
Yesterday’s yesterday…
Forty-eight hours and ten minutes plus,
we spent all but two talking about us.
So, you’re letting me go, I owe you again
you’re not only my lover you’re my bestest friend.
I’ll call you each day, I promise no less.
I’ll pay the groupies no mind, the ultimate acid test.
 Afterall, I’m now an aged rocker, I do need my rest.

There was a mirror on my wall
in which I looked ten feet tall.
My ego filled all the space,
for anyone else, there was no place.
Awash in my youth I thought I had it all,
what can touch me, I boasted, impervious to the higher call.
 
As the years began to unroll
I became troubled by my anxious soul.
My reflection hazy, searching, desperate to recall;
no answers to be found in the mirror on my wall.
I sought tranquility in my days
 tossed, restless in my sleep at night.
But, to no degree could I breakaway.
Whatever will set me free from this troubled plight?
 
Mirror, mirror on my wall,
now in my middle years, how do I stop the free-fall?
Suddenly, all became clear, the depth of my depravity,
to live within a selfish shell was pure insanity.
I wrestled with my soul
the truth within I finally got hold,
it was time to set it free.
 
I opened my eyes to the world, no longer in shadow,
I exchanged the mirror for a window,
drank in all I saw, joy pushed away the sorrow.
The colors rolled vibrantly over the hills,
the clouds blew out towards the sea.
Children laughed and played,
and gave the world hope, unafraid.
 
I opened my heart to the world, no longer guarded,
 innocence over took me, I was definitely altered.
My callous shell faded away,
I looked forward to each new day.
No longer would I live for myself and my pleasure
My goal now, to let love for others be my measure.
 
I opened my spirit to the world and a power filled me
with the strength of loved ones come and gone
their love never died, but still reigning on.
It supports me now in the purpose that I choose,
to help others win and never lose.
 
What I thought was important when I was young
was nothing in light of the work that must be done.
To know what I “really” know
in my mind, my heart and my soul.
To make a better world, yes this is my final goal.

He just appeared, it seems, out of the blue.
For those looking, his presence was long overdue.
Nobody understood from whence he came.
He didn’t volunteer much just, Sensei, his name.
He didn’t mix words,
more than a few sentences, we seldom heard.
 
He carried nothing with him,
he lived life lean and mean.
Never in a rush, he passed each moment deliberately.
There is no reason, he taught, to meaninglessly let one pass by,
life is best walked one foot in front of the other, only.
Always being on the run, he said, is worse than a stick in the eye.
 
There were many paths that Sensei could have taken
but he chose a life in the simplest form, to some it looked quite barren.
It was obvious that he was a learned man;
he was disciplined, fit, sound minded, solitary, and lived by his own plan.
“Against his better self-interest”, many would say,
but Sensei never listened, he was comfortable making his own way.
And for those who could not, or would not, try to understand,
although living a simple life, he was a very complex man.
 
Sensei, defined himself by his minimal life.
He exuded peace, preached tranquility, seemed one with no internal strife.
“Is what you teach a religion?” “Are you a God?”
“Are these questions you should be asking of me?”, he replied with a nod.
“God is the essence of it all.
I’m here only to help and to guide, to pick you up should you fall.
I will push you and train you and prepare you for the many tests.
All I ask in return is that you give me your best.”
 
Back then we failed to recognize the treasure, the true worth of the gift,
wrapped up in this stern and guarded man,
from whom fairness, justice and unconditional love always came swift.
He showed us that we can make excuses for our shortfalls,
live a less than robust life, or, face the challenges as they unfold.
For each of us he helped build our core,
gave us a firm foundation from which to launch and to soar.
His words to this day give my life basis,
in my mind Sensei’s voice rings out, “there are no excuses!”

I’ll ask you only once,
I’ll not ask you twice,
My gut is burning,
I’ll hope you’ll say what’s nice.

“Do you still love me?
Am I still the right man for you?
Am I still half of what you dream about?
Do you dream of us as two?”

You don’t really have to answer me,
You don’t really have to answer me tonight,
It’s just a question I need answered,
Even if the answer doesn’t seem alright.
​
So I’ll ask you only once,
Just one question not a bunch,
“Do you still love me?
Am I still the man for you?
Am I half of what you dream about?
Do you still dream of us as two?”

​I’ve heard every word the world has to say,
I’m looking for hope, but it’s looking away.
Where is the sunshine breaking from the sky?
The world is imploding, I don’t really know why,
all I know is, I’m ready to cry.
 
My dear one,
it’s hard to understand what man, to each other, can do.
The world depends on people like you,
warriors to confront the evil and rip it apart.
What will win here is the power of heart.
 
Each morning I wake up, I’m scared, my mouth is so dry.
I look towards heaven, where are the birds, even they do not fly.
 I lose even more hope as open up my phone.
How many have died, how many more have lost their home?
The pain, the suffering it’s too much to bear.
I am but a single person, what can I do from here?
 
My dear one,
there is much evil in the world, it’s true.
Be not afraid, there’s a river of love flowing in you.
What you have in your hands is what you can bring

to confront our demons in and out of the ring.

 
Father,
what will the world look like tomorrow, what does the future hold?
How will I find my way? Will I stand alone? Am I that bold?
Dare I have dreams of my own or are they a thing of the past.
How does this all end, how will I last?
 
My darling child,
this evil, I tell you, do not fear.
There are more with you, there is so much more good out there.
Awake, rise up, stand straight and strong.
Good will triumph over evil, now has your daddy ever been wrong?
You are my child, and I have set you apart.
What will win here is the power of heart.

​I see them on the streets they stand there anchored and steadfast.
They’re willing to give all they have so the conflict won’t last.
War is hell, not a video game. 
The world will never be the same.
Who’s to blame, Putin’s the name.
 
The barbarians are at the gate,
and now it’s too late.
One dead is too much.
There’s hell to pay, with Putin’s touch.
 
I see them behind each wall, the citizen solder now on call, 
like David and Goliath, there’s no way to hide it.
The Russians have fighter planes and missiles,
the Ukrainians have molotov cocktails and pistols.
 
The Ukrainian people are tired and scared,
 the country they love may soon disappear.
The world’s far from peaceful now.
Putin wants to bring the Soviet Union back, we pray, no way, no how.
 
The Ukrainian people, they’re heroes all,
their President, Zelensky, didn’t run and hide.
He’s fighting arm in arm with his people to turn back the tide,
to again see the sun shine over his country, sovereign as it stands. 
Man’s best laid plans, have not been left to be Putin’s victory,
we pray his defeat goes down in history.
 
What proud folks can manufacture when their backs are against the wall,
their steadfastness and courage, well, just says it all.
The Ukrainian people just want their God given right to be free,
to live peacefully, just like you and me.
Yes, war is hell, it’s no video game,
we can’t turn it on and then off again.
 The world is never the same.
Putin’s the name, he is to blame.

There’s a hint of restlessness in me,
Where it came from, I don’t really know,
It just showed up one day as an uninvited guest,
It came upon me suddenly while I was seeking rest,
It was a feeling, that there was something a bit wrong,
And through the day, in every way, it seemed to tag along.
I tried to escape it, I ran from country to town,
In the hope that I could lose it, but it kept on following me around.
Is it my shadow or the spirit of me,
That is held in bondage breaking to be free?

I now saw my reflection in the store’s window pane,
While down on the avenue, I ran again and again,
In quiet desperation, I found the cross streets,
But in my confusion, I had not a plan,
So I ran to exhaustion just carrying my load,
It weighed on my shoulders as I searched for the road,
Taking me back where I came from, as fast, as fast as could be
Trying to escape it, whatever it was that was nagging me.
Is it my shadow or the spirit of me,
Who is held in bondage, breaking to be free?

I made my way from the city to home,
It was a wasted day, I did nothing but roam,
But as I approached, who appeared at my door
Was the image of a woman, I’ve never seen before.
Her presence was peaceful, her manner serene,
Is she real, or did she just come in a dream?
But I quickly knew as she had something to say…

“You have to face your demons and not run away.
Yes, there’s a part of everyman that needs his private space,
But man was not meant to live alone to end the human race,
So set out to find her, cause she is looking for you,
And you’ll meet, then you’ll greet, and be rewarded as two.”
​
 Is it my shadow, or the spirit of me
Who is held in bondage breaking to be free?
Now I know my restlessness, it became clear to me today,
I’ve lived my life selfishly and from there, I lost my way.

There was a blanket of snow that rolled through the night,
That was more foreboding as it caught me uptight,
It was not the best of days as I welcomed its end,
I needed some comfort, I needed a friend.

You can’t control me or scold me, and enough of your scorn,
I’m just wired, worried, weathered and worn,
The night came about me with a drink in my hand,
I’ll have one more, I have nothing that’s planned,
Nothing to do is my regular day,

There’s no reason to find you, but to stay away.
So you couldn’t raise the courage to face me down?
You would rather hide behind your patented frown?
And as annoying as it would be, I would have preferred,
That you’d meet me, even if you hadn’t spoken a single word.

You can’t control me or scold me, and enough of your scorn,
I’m just wired, worried, weathered and worn,
I heard the mountains whispering the secrets from town,
They say you’re doing more than just playing around.
I guess I should have been with you as much as I could,
My body’s been present but my heart misunderstood,
I guess I wasn’t there to give you my all,
I guess that’s what led to my terrible, short fall.    
    
So I can’t have it all, that’s what I’ve found,
I have my head in the air, not my feet on the ground,
So I guess there’s no reason for me to take the stand,
Damn, I’m guilty as hell, can’t you tell?
With my friendly companion, my Jack in my hand.
​
You can’t control me, or scold me, and enough of your scorn,
I’m just wired, worried, weathered and worn,
You can’t control me, or scold me, but enough of your scorn,
I’m just wired, worried, weathered and worn.

Lend me your smile just for a little while
So I can pretend to be fine
So that the world might see
That I’m fine as fine can be

And that there is no reason to worry
No need to worry at all
Because my world’s a playground
And I’m just having a ball

Lend me your laughter just for a little while,
So my laughter can fly towards the sky
And burst the black clouds a million miles away
So that the sun would shine again, shine again on me

Lend me your song just for a little while
So that my song can sweeten the air
With words from the heart
That makes each day brighter with every new start
That can bring love again to me

It’s not that the world has left me loveless
I always had a beautiful woman in my arms
It’s that I had them, and knew her among them
And no other woman could compete with her charms
​
Lend me your legs to carry me into my future untold
Where I know they’ll be another
Who can wrap me in her hopes that life exists
No more torture, no more miss.

She left me for a musician’s charms
Who brought her a future with a plan

But there’s no need to worry
There’s no need to worry at all
Because the world’s my playground
And I’m just having a ball
It’s just disturbing that I can’t have it all
I just can’t have it all

​So much for living the good life
My money is now gone
I thought the stream was endless
But I was so very wrong
It’s not that I’m dead broke
And lost my very last dime
But two dimes rubbed together
Don’t equate to a Colorado gold mine
Without money at this age
Is not where I want to be
It rattles my brain and scrambles my mind
Because I can no longer play
With my circle of friends
I guess it is all about money
I guess this is where these friendships end
But that’s ok with me

I never belonged…lacked pedigree
I’m more of a common man
Who lucked out until today
Once I could buy into any club
As along as the members looked away
I think I will start my own club
Defined by a separate set of rules
I will have but only one member

I will be the chiefdom
I will be the man…I will be the Sergeant at Arms
I will be who and what I can
Knowing that no one will be lining up at my door
Cost of membership…one single cent…and not a penny more
My club will be restricted
It won’t let just anyone in
It will be a secret club
Without a beginning or an end
A club I now will belong to
As I sit in my parlor alone
I guess I’m still one lucky man
They still haven’t taken my home
So it is what it is and will be what it will be
The next time I earn a cent
It’ll not be taken from me

​Color me brilliant today.
The day is off to a good start, I think,
probably because the sun is shining bright,
and I’m well rested, and have had a good night.
Or, perhaps it’s more…
but let’s just say that I’m brilliant, and leave it at that.
 
Color me happy today.
I guess I just woke up with a happy seed,
there’s been a smile on my face from the early morn
I can’t stop giggling, I’m like a newborn.
Or, perhaps it’s more…
but let’s just say that I’m happy, and leave it at that.
 
Color me fulfilled today.
I feel like the circle’s been completed, I don’t really know how,
there’s just no more empty feeling deep inside,
I want to get up and scream out “Wow”, no more hollowness to hide.
Or, perhaps it’s more…
but let’s just say that I’m fulfilled, and leave it at that.
 
Color me rich today.
I have more wealth than I could’ve ever aspired,
the money’s flowing in, my reserves are getting higher and higher,
it seems like the money-tree is growing right in front of me.
Or, perhaps it’s more…
but let’s just say that I’m rich, and leave it at that.
 
Color me in love today.
It’s funny how it worked, that I found myself this way,
after searching year after year for a clue,
I reached deep within my life and found me, in love, with you.
Or, perhaps it’s more…
but let’s just say that I’m in love with you, and leave it at that.

There’s no reason to frown.
No reason to take a sunny day and bring it down.
There’s just too much that a gift of a day can bring.
God’s given you today, he’s given you everything.

Every hour is yours to own
the seed has been set the grass has grown.
Play in the field, breathe the fresh air
kick fear to the curb, it doesn’t play fair.
Understand that the trials you face today
are just part of your journey, they help you find your way.

There’s no reason to frown,
it doesn’t help anything or anyone hands down.
It’s just a haze that clouds the sun,
that denies the truth that you and he are one.
One with God as he looks over his daughter and son.

Smile and color the world a better place to be,
give a pleasant face to everyone, especially to me.
Smile and give the world a radiant face
such a small thing to slow down its hectic pace.

Your smile is contagious, you wear it so well.
It lifts your eyes makes them gleam so bright
it causes your cheeks to blush in delight
it puts a bounce in your walk
makes your prose poetic when you talk.

As beautiful as you are, a smile makes you more
a delight to be around, never a bore.
This world can be a dark and lonely place
a smile lights another’s way, always.

Smile for me every day, I know at times it’s hard.
It wasn’t easy from where you came
it isn’t easy when others see life as just a game.
But your smile is a tribute to what and who you are.
Your smile is your grace, your proof that you’ve come so far.

What’s in a smile?
Everything, it bears the soul.
It comes from deep inside,
from a place where it just can’t hide.
It builds your strength and puts you on sacred ground.
​A smile is so much…so much more than a frown turned upside down.

There’s joy in delivering my promises to you,
I promised so many things, I seriously had a doubt,
I just love you so much, I just don’t want you living without.

I promised you the heavens and all the stars above,
All the constellations playing in the sky,
I promised that they’d all be yours, you never questioned why,
I wished you had doubted me and let me say no more,
You’ve been waiting patiently, waiting at my door.

I wish I never promised you, everything from A to Z,
I know how disappointed you are, that it didn’t come from me.

I wished you wealth way beyond compare, gold, myrrh and frankincense,
Endless mines from where, I get my gold to share,
A beautiful mansion and a Bentley to boot,
Beautiful gardens and courtyards, you wander under foot.

I promised you children with the passing of time,
The product of who and what we are, we could leave behind,
The fruit was not forthcoming, it withered on the vine,
I now have no children to offer you, just my body and my mind.

I told you that my body would never betray you, it was yours alone,
My intentions were pure and honorable, until I strayed from home.
She caught me at my weakest point, on a cold and lonely night,
It was just a foolish act, now I live with guilt despite.

I promised that my mind would always be on you,
I guess I didn’t understand as my intentions were true blue,
It was all the stuff, never enough, just work as it unfolds
That made me a bit crazy insane, now that I am getting old.

I wished I never promised you, everything from A to Z,
I know how disappointed you are, that it didn’t come from me.

There is one promise that I made, that I’ll never seek to deny,
It’s what’s in my heart, when I look at you, that will never pass me by,
​
So you can pass on all the others, my love is now rooted as it should.
I have great joy in delivering just this one promise that I made:
That I’ll love you forever, and I’ll take that to my grave.

It was a gentle passing,
Like a leaf blowing in the wind,
You were there,
I was unaware
Then you were gone again.

I was unprepared by what
You brought to me that sunny day,
You broke my stride when I tried to hide,
Then again you went away.
Are you real,
Or is my imagination,
Running away from me?
Do I bide my time,
And let night’s rhyme,
Take me where I need to be?

I know you’re real now,
‘Cause you’re with me once again,

At the days' beginning, there at the end
You’re my one, my only, true friend.

You’ve changed my life,
You’re my dream, my wife.

Could I make a difference, just one single man?
Another year’s passing by
2021 is on the fly.
 I ask myself, could I, could I?
 I’ll never know until I try.
 
Could I catch a drop of rain
and make from it a pond
and during the summer months
swim in it and the winter skate upon?
 
Could I take a single grain of wheat
and spread it across the Great Plains
and make the hungry full again
and take away their pain?
 
Could I take a small seedling
that seems to have no purpose at all,
and plant it and from it, make a great tree
bearing fruit and stretching tall?
 
Could I catch a single lightning bug
and hold it in my hand
and light the darkened sky,
for just that one blind man?
 
Could I take a single thought
and empower it with who I am
and wipe the illness from the earth
my own desired plan,
a place where everyone can be heard,
every woman, child and man?
 
Could I take a leap of faith and boldly carry-on
and pledge the new life I might live
engaged with my best,
no need to rest
and no longer, just hang on?
 
Could I light a single candle this chilling frigid night
and stoke the fires of my passion,
to help when and where I can,
a man who can make a difference, yes,
this one single man?
 
Could I take you in my thoughts,
yes, over and over again,
to give me the strength I need as my lover and a friend
to welcome 2022, and see 2021 to a joyful end?

I saw footprints in the snow;
whether coming or going I do not know.
I know they’re not coming from town;
the only one I know from there
wouldn’t make her way from that place to here.
 
It’s Christmas.
I ask God for an open heart,
to celebrate his day.
 But I’ve got off to a bad, a very bad start.
I’ve let life get in the way.
 
It’s God’s birthday.
I lie here wallowing in my head.
I’m incredibly lonely inside,
and I can’t even get myself out of bed.
I just want to stay here and hide
 
I saw footprints in the snow;
whether coming or going I do not know.
No, not her, not on Christmas day.
This day she’ll be with the one she loves,
not with me, one too blind to see.
How stupid could I have been to let her walk away?
Just a few kind words, a gentle touch, maybe just maybe, would’ve made her stay.
 
It’s Christmas day,
and I long for peace, love, and cheer to come my way.
It’s late and best I now rise,
slowly I rub the sleep from my eyes.
But wait, what’s that I hear?
There it is again, a ringing sound at my door, oh dear.
Surely, it’s just the howling wind and the new fallen snow playing tricks on me.
Get a grip man, you know it will not be she!
 
But it is Christmas,
the time of miracles for those who believe.
I wrap my robe around me, my arms wide open to receive.
I slide my slippers on my feet and scurry down the hall.
In my haste, I could have lost the race as I almost took a fall.
Finally, I reach the front door and fling it open.
‘What to my wondering eyes did appear?’
More than I could ever hope in,
the best Christmas present ever, so close, so very near.
 
I saw footprints in the snow;
coming I now know.
The warmth of her dark brown eyes, gaze upon me,
filled with love, they absolutely glow.
Is it really you I spy?

Yes, those are my footprints in the snow.
I couldn’t keep away, despite knowing what I know.
Several times I’ve made it to your door,
then I’d turn and away I’d go, not quite sure.
Perfect you may never be,
but the truth is, I love you, you see.
 
I put my arms around her and pull her close.
I’m not too far gone, I s’pose.
My heart’s wide open and now overflows.
I am so grateful for her footprints in the snow.
There could be no better present under my tree,
oh, thank you God, thank you, for bringing her back to me!

Wow, wow, what can I say?
I never thought this would happen,
Especially on a day, like today.
Wow, I can’t believe it’s really you,
I wish I could say I’m relieved,
But then I’d be a bigger fool.

I guess I left the barn door open,
One too many days, I guess what
Betrayed me was my trusting ways,
I should have listened to the words
My wise old daddy said,

“A woman has a stubborn side,
In her heart and in her head,
Especially, if she feels she’s been
Willfully mislead, so watch her with
A suspicious eye, and don’t let her
Charm you because if you do,
She’ll damn well put an end to you.”

Wow, it just can’t be, the last I saw you,
Was it seven years ago or possibly eight,
When you said you were going with the ladies
To the church? A lie is a lie, then it gets worse.
You picked him up, a sinner no doubt,
He wanted in and you wanted me out.
You never came back, not even a word,
I tracked you down by the rumors I heard,
That you left me today because the devil
Lead you that way.

He said you’re a church mouse and nothing more,
You were attending the service but the wrong door,
So stop this church going and follow me,
There’s a lot of other men and liquor to be,
So if that’s what you want and you want no more,
You can find me knocking at your back door.    

I wished you had asked me,
Because, I could have been that guy,
Who could do church one minute,
And then the next moment, whiskey and rye.

You thought I was no more fun,
Because I was a church-going man,
Whose chasing was now done,
But there’s still a lot of good fun, in the likes of me,      
So come back to where you belong,
What you did then is done and gone,
I welcome you back, like God and his prodigal son.

If you need a shoulder to cry on,
Mine is yours, just for the asking.
It is broad and can carry the weight of your world.
Lean on me and face the sun,
My girl, my girl.

If you need the right words to be spoken,
Serious words, not just a token,
Words that flow like molten gold,
That I touch you as my words unfold,
Like autumn leaves, from the sky they fall.

If you need a savior,
To curb your outrageous behavior,
I’ll be there for you, whether honest or dishonest,
I’ll be your pontiff, keeping you from going over the line,
You’ll be ok, you’ll be just fine,
My girl, my girl.

If you need a shoulder to cry on,
Mine is yours, just for the asking.
It is broad and can carry the weight of your world.
Lean on me and face the sun,
My girl, my girl.

 If you need to see your beautiful face,
 I’ll be your mirror on the wall,
 Reflecting your beauty, reflecting it all,
 Not just your image but your heart as well,
 You might be getting older but you still cast your spell.

If you need me to reinforce who we are as two,
And how we were meant to always be together,
Just me and you, you should never worry,

I’m committed by your side,
My feelings for you I just can’t put aside.
​
If you need a shoulder to cry on,
Mine is yours, just for the asking.
It’s broad and can carry the weight of your world.
Lean on me and face the sun,
My girl, my girl

​I can’t pass a car lot
although four new cars, I’ve already got.
Now I need a garage to stash my cars away.
I’ll have to mow down all those trees
for a larger driveway and to build a new five car bay.
 
While I’m at it, what the hell?
I’ve always wanted a swimming pool, can’t you tell?
One I can float in on those sweltering days,
when the community pool is just too far to stray.
A cabana would be great to shelter me from the sun,
although I have a tool shed that’s been acting like one.
I can picture myself, stretching out with a good book and a six pack of beer.
I doubt the old shed will last another year. 

 
I always wanted a pony but I think a horse is due.

I don’t want my steed to roam alone, so I’d better get two.
Now I need a pasture, ten acres might be adequate
 but wait, a hundred acres for my herd, will best accommodate.
Of course, I’ll need a new truck, a Ford 150 with plenty of juice.
But what color to choose?
I know, a red one, a blue one, and another that’s white.
A patriotic fleet with Old Glory flying from their beds’ great height.
 
Speaking of flags, another I now need, to stake in the ground.
To make its home by the water at the house I just found.
A house at the shore, it’s everyone’s dream.
Five beds and five baths are definitely a must.
Cuz, when you live at the beach, on me please trust,
your friends will come like an endless stream.
 
I love dogs.
Dog spelled backwards spells GOD.
Isn’t that odd?

I want to get back to GOD, as close as I can.
So, I went out to find one, best friend of man.
There were a dozen other pups where my guy lay.
If I left them all behind, it would be another dog day.

What the hell, it’s just money my friend.
Now I have twenty dogs, a decision I’ll never defend.
Wait, what is that I hear scratching at my door?
Hello shaggy boy, come on in, at this point, what’s one more?
 
I looked in my checkbook, uh oh it’s in the red.

I guess I spent a bit too much, I’m in way over my head.
I got carried away.
I am way out of balance.
I got caught up in the thinking, ‘you only live once’.
 
I come from simple folk.
We didn’t have much, but we always had our daily bread.
Work hard, be frugal and save your money, Momma always said.
Yea Momma your right, you know
I’ve been caught up in myself, entangled with too much loot.
So, I am changing my ways, going back to my roots.
 
To share all I have and give to those I love,
Yes Momma, this is how I will rise above.
So no more a careless spending old bloke,
From here on I will raise my glass and happily say,
Here’s to me, dying broke!

There was too much idle chat,
It just became such a bore,
It rendered you unsettled,
As you got up to reach the door.

They spoke about your neighbor,
So different but a damn good friend,
Who really didn’t fit in with them,
He was out but you were in.

You didn’t say a thing,
You just listened to their everything,
And not one word passed by, challenged,
You just let them run their mouth free,
They ripped at you, they ripped at me.

We don’t need this club,
We don’t need to be a member,
We don’t need to be pretenders,
So no foul moment, we’ll surrender.

We’d rather be a lonely pair,
My faithful girl and me,
Than belong to your foolish club,
As a member and have a key.

They rag all night, on everyone,
Who doesn’t see it their way,
Who doesn’t play the game they do,
The bigger house, the bigger car,
The golf and tennis club, the pool.
​
We don’t need this club,
We don’t need to be a member,
We don’t need to be pretenders,
So no foul comment, we’ll surrender.

We’d rather be a lonely pair,
My faithful girl and me,
Than belong to your foolish club,
So here, here it is, take back your silly key.

It was a moment too late
She was gone in the blink of an eye
What it could have been, I’ll never know
I just damn well moved too slow

I was given the time
It was mine, it was mine
And I didn’t say a word
I stood there like a frightened little bird
Not a word that she heard
Foolish me, foolish me
Now, I’ll never know what it could be

It was my moment, my moment in time,
We were caught in the present
She was mine, all mine
But her beauty captured me, like a bee to a rose
And I stood there saying nothing, in an innocent pose

My feet were cemented, I was nailed to the ground
I needed to say something but no courage I found
She was like me, just there, caught in the rain
Why didn’t I approach her? I must be insane

There are those moments, yes, gifted by God
They come upon us, sometimes strangely and odd
That if acted upon, could create a new you
I felt like an intruder just enjoying the view
Just one word said, could have started the race
But I was like a statue just staring in place
I wonder what she was thinking, I wonder how
her life unfolds; I shutter to think I could
have been a part of it, now I’ll never know         

She was gone, she was gone
It didn’t take her long to break from her space
leaving me to wonder what had past
​
Might be my only, might be my last
To meet a girl like her, to render me speechless
She was now a blur

I was given the time
It was mine, it was mine
And I didn’t say a word
I stood there like a frightened little bird
Not a word that she heard
Foolish me, foolish me

Now, I’ll never know what could be
Not a word, not a word
Like a frightened little bird
Just a frightened little bird
How ridiculously absurd

The question is “Why do I care?”
Unfortunately, I do, but now as I look around me
Just label me a fool,
what I learned I didn’t learn in school,
I’m a cop, call me Blue on Blue
​
Yes, Blue On Blue, that’s who I am,
I never thought the world would turn
I never thought the cities would burn
It was my wish to help where I can
Kids used to call me
“Mr Policeman”

I’ve  been called “Copper”
The “Fuzz”, The “Heat”
It was alright with me, I saw it as innocent play
Now  “Hey Pig” they call me
And I  still attempt, everyday
To be the best that I can be
To earn my strips, to earn my pay

What bothers me, is everything I say
Or do is under scrutiny,
It seems that I (we) can’t get any thing right
It steals my sleep during the day
Cause my regular shifts at night,
But whatever shift I’m working, it’s fine,
It’s so you all can sleep with  peaceful minds,
Because We, the Blue On Blue
are protecting your behinds
​
If there are no longer police like me
You best protect you and yours
Because with lawlessness out there,
there are no quick cures,
Some of you are dream’n the way you’re lean’n,
For you I suggest you build moat around your home,
And be careful where you roam

Blue, On  Blue
The name it seems to fit me well
My life now is a living hell
I damn well understand
Your right is to be safe and free
And I will protect those rights to my dying day
So what good is treading on me

Blue On Blue, that’s who I am,
I never thought the world would turn
I never thought the cities would burn
It has been my wish to help where I can,
Kids used to call me “Mr. Policeman”.

Before none of us are no longer around,
No more of our brave souls and boots on the ground,
Before its too late…
May I suggest that you sit back, take a rest,
and stop with your protest,
Before our great country becomes the wild, wild west.

It’s a question unanswered as it floats unaware,
I never answered the question ‘cause I’m deaf in one ear.

I’m no stray dog barking at the moon,
It’s just me being lonely in my drafty bedroom,
‘Cause you said you’d be back, and I believed what you said,
Now I sleep alone with my book, but not one page I’ve read.

I don’t mean to be bashful, I don’t mean to be shy,
I’d love to have another drink, but I’m already too damn high,
My days have been antsy, my nights have been long,
If I weren’t a man of passion, I’d just chug along.

The question looms over me, like a shroud in the sky,
It tickles my senses as it seems to pass by,
It has nothing to give, no truth to behold,
It seeks just one truthful answer, as we both grow too old.

Are you hiding from me as the years pass us by?
They are scattered about and there’s no reason why,
It seems like ten years but just one that has passed,
I can’t remember all of them, but can remember the last.

So the hell with you, I’ve been lamenting far too long,
I’m more than who you think I am, I’m just no tag-along.
You think you can escape from me by hiding in your blue-blood cloud,
You’ll never free yourself from me, hiding in your shroud.

I`m no stray dog barking at the moon,
It’s just me being lonely, in my drafty bedroom,
‘Cause you said that you’d be back, and I believed what you said,
Now I sleep alone with my book, but not one page I’ve read.

​I’m no stray dog barking at the moon
It’s just me being lonely, in my drafty bedroom,
‘Cause you said that you’d be back, and I believed what you said,
Now I sleep alone with my book, but not one page I’ve read.