Ghost
He's a ghost made of smoke. He can't sing. He chokes down some avenue. He's in love with a girl whom he has not met. She lives in his dreams and on movie screens. He's a ghost. He just floats past piles of confetti and vomit. Like some new year's day parade. It's in the corner of your eye. Just long enough to pass you by. Don't hold your breath- it will only break your heart. He's a ghost made of smoke. And what no one knows could save his life.

When Morning Comes
When morning comes this desert town will be under water. There's no sense in running anymore. We will be buried in the storm. So unpack your bags, Audrey. We're here to stay. To tend the wounds till we're washed away.

Through the Motions
On the outside we were so confident. Saying words we weren't sure what they meant. Rubbing alcohol to cleanse the defect. Hot and cold more malleable to mold. We were just doing what we thought was right. Scoring points with God for the afterlife. Going through the motions everynight. Working our way towards Heaven's light. Tell you one thing, my old friend: We sabotaged all we set out to do. Compartmentalize, monopolize- just another enterprise. I once was lost, but you found me out. Was blind, but now I see it your way. Amazing grace that saved a wretch like me. A wretch like me.

A Good Man
Tonight is our last night together. Tomorrow morning I'll be gone for a land I've never been to. I'll kill my brother there. So tonight lay beside me. Our bodies entwined. If I die before I wake- I will count it a blessing. A photograph pressed in a book is all I will take. I will read your favorite verses everyday. And with a shell-shocked hand I will wipe the tears away. Choice kills pride. Love kills debt. Debt kills choice. And pride kills love. But I will not forget what we have shared here. I will not forget the love you showed me- it's all but disappeared. I don't want to leave, but there are bigger wheels in turn. When our child is born tell him his father was a good man.

Wedding Day
You knocked down the church doors, on her wedding day, smelling of cheap booze and heartache. "I still love you," you yelled. But too little, too late. It doesn't mean a thing. The father-of-the-bride and all the groomsmen took you by the arm and escorted you to the door. All the while screaming, "Is this what forever means?" It doesn't mean a thing. "Till death do us part- I'll nurse this broken heart."

Fact of the Matter at Hand
Today is just another day and it doesn't matter. Today is just another day fading into the next. If I leave I'll just have to come back eventually. If I take I'll just have to give some more. So what's it worth? I've had a bad year. It's just like the sky- gray and pouring. And I don't know why. That girl will be just like all the rest. This time will be just like all the rest. So what's it matter? Sometimes I wish it all would end. This time we have to begin again.

Talkin' the American Dream
You broke your mother's heart when you hit the road. Left her standing there crying, but it was time to go. Got yourself a rock-n-roll band. You only know like three chords, man. But you all can sure make alot of noise. And boys will be boys. In your American dream. In your grand scheme of things big ideas beget bodies. In your American dream. That one good time became a family. Now you work the line for responsibility. Putting together shit for some higher man. He's the same that wants to cut your health plan. And there's no poetic way to say how many faceless people died today. For each one in the grave there's a million more on there way. This white house is like a church when a man speaks for God and tells us what our lives are worth. In your American dream we can't afford the dirty air we breathe. Big ideas beget bodies in your American dream. In my American dream. In my grand sceme of things big ideas beget bodies. In my American dream. In your American dream. In your grand sceme of things big ideas beget bodies. In your American dream. In my American dream. In your American dream.

Selfish
Flame to kerosine. I'll burn this fucker down. The house where I was raised- I'll burn it to the ground. I live with it everyday. It's too bad it had to end this way. I fall to my knees. Through the smoke walls collapse. All exits blocked. I can't breathe. In the flames I'm trapped. I didn't think of you and all the times you stayed with me. I didn't think of you and all the love you gave so carelessy. I didn't think of Summertimes and Christmas Eves. I didn't think. I didn't think of you. And now it's too late. They'll find my burnt remains- a tribute to my pain. Now they'll see. Now they'll understand.

Untitled
I had too much to drink last night. I took too many pills. I'm hoping I can sleep all day. The sunlight is too much for me. You told me you'd always be here, but when things went to shit you were gone. It must be something in my veins. But if I could do it all again. I guess it doesn't matter, but these days I'm just fading away. Look into my eyes. It's all needles and medicines. We made love on my bedroom floor and when I came I said your name like I wanted to drown in it. Now you won't return my calls and I just keep getting sicker and sicker and sicker. But if I could do it all again. These days I'm just fading away. Oh, God.

Everyday
Clearly in some dimming light you'll fold your hands and squeeze your eyes tight and pray. Me, I don't know the words to say. That is if I ever knew you. Bessie wakes me up screaming that same old siren's song, but in a new way. I keep getting older and meaner and uglier everyday. Contemplating how one man's maddness is another man's god. My father is dying. My mother is losing her mind. And all the while I've been waiting here on a sign from Heaven- from someone. I didn't read it in a verse or hear it from some preacher's tongue. It's just one of those things you have to learn as your go: You can never go home again. And right about now the vultures should be setting in.

Off the Hook
Everything will be alright. Everything will be fine. In this modern age with our guns and ammunition. Everything will be alright. Everything will be fine. In this modern age with our diseases and hate. Grace is for your taking. So let yourself off the hook.