Here Lies Our Holiday

We signed both our names and the cards were done, by acting so old we felt so young, and you licked the stamps and I lit the tree, you faked a nap and watched me open your presents without your permission, the smile on your face, I knew I was forgiven, I said I'm sorry and you said I love you too.

Grasshopper Of Waywayonda

there's a cloud stretched over the highway as I drive back home to nothing but a bed where I'll sleep in a night I will spend here alone and this pillow still smells like your hair and the salt from your tears I'll wish you were there as I curl up my arms and hold them as if they were you.

Before It Ends

We're taking everything. One step at a time. Holding on to you and I. And now we're holding hands. And walking in the sand. And hoping that this will not end tonight.

Addiction

And hey there, you are, I try to start, by saying something smooth to you. And I'll kill, you say, as I stutter away, but I mumble out I love you. Driving fast tonight.

First Two Moons

We sat on a swingset side by side. Suspended from this rusted frame like puppets. The beach light flickered out and died. You stared at your feet as I looked at you and smiled.

Everything I've Ever Wanted

Erasing Wilkes

It's a small town built on novel objections with white local papers with only corrections. There is grease on the collars and ties, and a life conceived to die. And I can pass you by with that look on my face that says "hey go fuck off," I'm leaving this place, so warm up the pavement hot. To make a nice big parking lot for all those drug stores and bars meant to erase the reasoning why we live here anyway. So fire up you're engines and bring the gasoline and we'll burn this city down. Bring the gas, and I'll bring the lighter. We'll dance in flames of this old town as we watch all the buildings come tumbling down. This is love, this is hell, this was home. It's a bar room filled with branded rejections, we're passing the girls we regret that we slept with. There is stains on the mattress and sheets, in a bed so hard to sleep. With the impressions that drunkenness seems to create, and the swallowing sound that you're jaw seems to make, this is me, into you, and it's ending. For tomorrow I'll pretend to be asleep, as you grab up your shit and take one last look at me. So fire up you're engines and bring the gasoline and we'll burn this city down. Bring the gas, and I'll bring the lighter. We'll dance in flames of this old town as we watch all the buildings come tumbling down. This is love, this is hell, this was home..

Eastern Homes And Western Hearts

I've been dreaming of waking up happy under the sun. In the smog and the traffic and dreams of California. This lonely life takes to I-80 to try and forget.

Darkness Washed Over The Dude

Coda

I was a superstar at everything. and one by one I gave up all the rest. I made a dream or two at best. then I broke one bone and bruised the rest.. . So please just play a song.

Cinderblock

the weight of the past is cloudy as if it's been raining, and this sunny city life is held in empty hands, the pacific is looking so wonderful tonight, with a cinderblock and a rope tied to my ankle it's closer than this twelve pack of medicine impairing the thought to the life I'm living in....

Blame Anxiety

Another Lonely Winter

kissing you winter morning I don't have the strength to say goodbye. Sat around and drank all day, knowing that tomorrow I'll be gone. Cause I'm so in love with you.

And My Name's Dignan, So What

Young Man Dies

There's a young man dying. As he stands beside the sea. You can see him smiling. Unbelievably free. . Wind in his hair, light in his eyes. He looks a lot like you, you look so surprised.

You Should See The Way It Feels

It may look to you like nothing much to see. But you should see the way it feels to me. . Here's the sidewalk I used to ride my bike. Down this little slope, down my little mountain.

Words Alone

When I'm afraid of dying. Ashamed of never doing what I'm here for. I'm afraid of being afraid. And wasting precious time. . I'm afraid of growing so cold.

With The Little That I Know

from Unreleased. ............................................... . With the little that I know about dancing,. With the little that I know about left-foot-right,.

Wildberry Pie

When you pick a sprig of balsam pine. On your hike along the mountain view. You can wrap the scent in corduroy. And bring the mountain home with you. .

Wild Child

I was born on a barstool. Tellin' lies to the lady on the right. Nobody to come home to. Just hangin' out all night. Lone wolf howling at an empty glass.