There's a song I like to sing when I've been too long on the road.
Every time I sing it, I started thinking what I'm gonna do when I get there.
I might hunker down and read a book, or maybe take a nap.
Mayabe rearranging my closet, I might just sit by the fire, when I get there.
But the one thing I won't do is think about the times we had,
'Cause every time I think about 'em I'll start crying.
So I won't be thinking 'bout the way your eyes glowed in the sun,
Or the way your hair laid softly on your shoulder when I get there.
And I won't be thinking 'bout the way your smile could light the room.
With so miany things to think about, I'll be thinking 'bout them when I get there.
So when you close your eyes tonight you can sleep just fine,
Knowing I'm not thinking 'bout you.
And if by chance you cross my mind, it won't linger long,
I've got more important things to think about when I get there.
Here's To Hoping
I’ve got this line
Stuck in my head
From American Beauty
There must be nothing worse in this world
Than being boring
How bout a toast
To All of our kids
Here’s to hoping
they’re just as strange as us
When they grow up some day
Everything you’ve ever hoped for
Everything you’ve ever wanted for them
I hope you recognize these are second-hand dreams
As they scatter to the wind
Oh, but here’s to hoping
For whatever it’s worth
Here’s to hoping
So raise up your glass
Let’s pour one out
For our expectations
The battle was lost
Before it began
They are what they are
They’ll be what they’ll be
So here’s to hoping
They’re just as strange as us
When they grow up some day
Everything you’ve ever hoped for
Everything you’ve ever wanted for them
I hope you recognize these are second-hand dreams
As they scatter to the wind
So how bout a toast
To all of our kids
Here’s to hoping
They care as much as us
When they have their own kids some day
Everything you’ve ever hoped for
Everything you’ve ever wanted for them
I hope you recognize these are second-hand dreams
As they scatter to the wind
You were sleeping at the border
When I saw the welcome signs
And I almost tried to wake you
Out of spite
And when that song came on the
Radio the thirty-seventh time
I could hear you sigh
But maybe you were dreaming
Fare thee well
I’ll see you on the morrow
Fare thee well
When shadows chase the moon
I could swear
Those sorrows don’t go easy
Down a thousand miles of
Rails I’ll find you
Did you think you’d disappear
Down the wilds of wires and canyons
You can only go so far
As you can run
But I believe that we are scripted
circumscribed and built for speed
Shot from cannons, scouts for
Gospels we don’t trust
Fare thee well
I’ll see you on the morrow
Fare thee well
When shadows chase the moon
I could swear
Those sorrows don’t go easy
Down a thousand miles of
Rails I’ll find you
There’s a man at Union Station
And it comes as no surprise
He will lead you down the path
you least desire
And when that train has left the depot
And the platform’s emptied out
You’ll remember how that song
It used to go
Fare thee well
I’ll see you on the morrow
Fare thee well
When shadows chase the moon
I could swear
Those sorrows don’t go easy
Down a thousand miles of
Rails I’ll find you
Walking through Luton and the bluebell wood
Taking the train into London
Seeing your old sites drinking wine in a cavern
No clouds in the sky
But it was a rainy day
Checking the boxes in Lindley
Taking young Finn for a walk
Getting our fill at the corners
When snow blocked the streets
What a rainy day
Sick as the devil in Galway
Ushering in a new year
Marveling at the cute colored houses
Exploring the city at night
On a rainy day
Sitting with a cold shoulder at the station
You wondered what could be wrong
Suddenly we’d talked for hours
And I think I knew
That was the first rainy day
Now every day is a rainy day
We opened gifts
We cut the spiral ham
And had a happy holiday
I had a show
But I was double booked
So I thought I should stay the week
Now I’m living in mesh shorts
Now I’m watching Judge Judy
Now I’m wearing a watch
As pure decoration
Now I’m guzzling Folger’s
Now I’m shuffling Phase 10
Now I’m scrolling through iTunes
For family movies
It’s moving slow
What is the day again?
How many more till New Year’s Eve
Dad is asleep
Mom’s in the laundry room
I’m watching football by myself (IKR)
I live on the sofa
Now I’m booking for next year
Now I’m giving advice to
Dear Abby writers
Now I’m ignoring phone calls
Now I’m not wearing shoes and
Now I’ve been harmonizing
To Andy Griffith
I love my folks
I want a love like theirs
They are the best reclusive team
They like it hot
Ergo the black mesh shorts
Oh I already mentioned that
I’m googling athletes
Now I’m combing through vinyls
Now I’m making a list
Of new resolutions
Now I ordered a Blend Jet
Now I’m paying my rent and
Now I’m watching a gnat
That’s trapped in the window
Now it’s a new year
What’s gonna happen
Will it be better
Go to the gym more
Hey look the sun’s out
Make a new meal plan
Five syllable phrase
Ha ha ha ha ha
A Letter from King George
Not a victim of circumstance
Just a loser with a broken mind
Wrote a letter to the jester’s man
Washed away a sea of broken glass
Burn away the canvas
We are crossing to the house of war
Jericho is weeping
As we put your lover to the sword
Imagination running wild
Demons whisper sweetly to his wife
Bring her all the silver’s tithe
Is the world inside achained man’s bruise
Burn away the canvas
We are crossing to the house of war
Jericho is weeping
As we put your lover to the sword
Necropolis is raving mad
The wolf is howling at the door
A prisoner of 18 years
D ancing snake and stable hand
A light has risen in the east
A chariot and Golden Horde
Your king considers blue evil
And telling lies of vilest black
Burn away the canvas
We are crossing to the house of war
Jericho is weeping
As we put your lover to the sword
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