Hollow Ground
White rock exposed by the drying water
No rain in months, no crop, why bother
Only weeds grow here, who would ever buy
The animals suffer, they suffer and soon die
Alone
Didn’t take long to hear you were coming
Thoughts in my head, they left, left running
The noise, not voices, you just can’t explain
Ah but yes, times I wonder if I’ve gone insane
What Happens to Wondering
Take the things off or take them inside
Tell the tale right or let it all ride
On a game you can’t win, you’re playing to lose
Fold up the paper and turn off the news
Of a Girl
The girl, lost of sweet dreams
Sits up in a bed, or so it seems
To turn and to whisper,
To turn and prepare
To turn to the girl,
Bench of Generations
It was funny how often her mother came around back then
Dress deliberately just above the knee, like motioning to men
Now and then we think of her, it’s as if she is still here
I still believe the way she dressed, changed what these women wear
Ramblin’ Through a Town
I got on a bus, not the right one you see
Can’t tell you my thoughts, I’d wish it not me
For what I saw no eyes have seen
From here to there and all things between
Little Boy and the Girl
I can’t believe it would rain on this day
It wasn’t the plan to stay this way
The path that told me to I’d have to stay
Is hard to undercover, even today
Single Button
What you’ll find when you look at things not all there
Comes back to you again, a glance to a stare
For if not for a movement in back of the mind
What was soon missed left for others to find
Stump and the End of a Road
Crushed stones in summer will make a certain sound
Turned directions I did but turned not around
When old worn tires that roll wearily, always near flat
As this time, I learned, on a near stump did I sat
To Park a Car
To park a car, never to run, in the dead of night
Sends chills down my arm, things weren’t right
Lights were flashing and bells did toll
Lift up the hood and look down below
You’ll see something that we all did see
Crashed before the highway and discarded decency