By dean friedman. . We squabble and fight, we turn out the light. We toss and turn all through the night. But come the dawn our arms are wrapped around each other tight..
By dean friedman. . Potted plants hanging down from the ceiling, creeping up my windowsill.. If the cats don't get 'em the winter wind will.. But I am a fool and I water them everyday..
By dean friedman. . The shopping bag ladies, they live in the terminal waiting room,. Patiently whiling their hours away,. Desperately keeping their demons at bay,.
By dean friedman. . She's a working mom. from the time the alarm clock rings,. Till the coffee's on, she can handle a million things.. Their daddy's gone, but she keeps keeping on..
By dean friedman. . Saturday fathers never win.. They're punished each day of their lives for their horrible sin.. They carry your picture. they show it to all their friends..
By dean friedman. . I fumble in my pockets for the keys to your fickle heart.. I drop them on the ground and then surprise, surprise you pick 'em up..
By dean friedman. . Well, I was struttin' by a hootchie bar on jane st.. Trying hard to dodge the doodoo in my path. When I heard footsteps behind me in the same beat.
He was beggin' by the mini-mart. Who'd guessed he had a purple heart. Scars underneath his bearded chin. Betcha don't remember him. 'Cause you were runnin' twenty minutes late.
Speak dumb like every other one. Don't want to let you down. I'd rather let you fall apart. And so you back off. A bit less obvious. Oh you forgot I called.
Was it a broken arm or collar bone?. It depended on the week. And me with my black eye stitched from head to feet. Uncomfortably happy. All skinned knees and gapped teeth.
Paranoia posed in saintly rows outside my windows. Cacophonous caws, bacterial ponds flap. Pavement moans. . Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh. . Caustic alarmed cavernous psalms.
Walking down a country road.. Picking up a pebble and throw.. You're finally moving.. Basketball killed your sentiment.. I'll race you there and say I never went..
I ain't picked up my guitar in 15 days. Some music man didn't give a damn what I have to say. But he's stealing tears and playing games that I don't play.
He was working through college. On my Grandpa's farm. I was thirsting for knowledge. And he had a car. . Yeah, I was caught somewhere between. A woman and a child.
Story of my life, story of my life. Well, let's just say it's a fork and a knife. There's one thing on my mind, one thing all the time. I got to fill my mouth.
She parks her car on Woodland Street. She's got a job at the Meat-N-Three. She's kind of pretty in a peculiar kind of way. And I try hard to like her, yeah, I try hard to like her.
All the maps on the wall. Are held there with pins. to show where we've been.. A box of our memories. Are back by the door. The end of a war.. As I watch you sleep.
If there's chance to make it. Either way I'll take it to be by her side. To swim in her affection, bathe in her attention. Could she be mine?. . Can I look through into her eyes, into her disguise?.
shell dive into anything,. shes got the gold ring,. shes got the moon in her skin.. . to touch her is permanent,. salt on her satin skin,. its all ok when shes there..
I was young then. But I remember when. When I'd need to hide away. . I had a secret place I'd go. Where I could just be on my own. And I didn't feel afraid.