The Kind of Love That’ll Never Leave

She was driving to her job in her Chevy SUV
The one her and her husband bought
Last October their old Ford broke down
All she knew was it cost them a lot

And as she pulled into the parking garage
where she was protected from the rain
She started reviewing her memories
of the old trauma that caused her pain

Her eyes filled up with tears
as she remembered the years
when she was a teen
filled with hope yet naive
She dreamed of meeting a man
like John from Duran Duran
He’d give her the kind of love
that would never leave, oh…
He’d give her the kind of love
that would never leave

She wiped her cheeks and cocoa eyes
Gathered herself and went inside
She had a busy schedule planned
Had no time to be preoccupied

She scanned through her work email
There was one sent from her best friend
Said her husband abandoned her
and wanted to go out that weekend

Her eyes filled up with tears
as she thought about the years
When they were all in school
And she met a guy named Steve
He was a sensitive artist type
who looked like Michael Stipe
She gave him the kind of love
that would never leave, oh…
She gave him the kind of love
that would never leave

But he didn’t give back to her
He took and then went on his way
Moved on in the middle of a night
He sold things she gave him on eBay

She would cry herself to sleep and
think about things they liked to do
Then she mustered up the courage
to go out the night she met you

I had never seen her so happy before
She was excited about what you had
You encouraged her inner strength
and reminded her so much of her Dad
As we sit here in her favorite diner
I think about the memories we made
Especially from last Christmas Eve
I know you’d agree, she left us with
The kind of love that’ll never leave

Oh, that freezing night she left us with
the kind of love that’ll never leave.

January 12, 2018

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Annie & Riley

He was sitting under a tree
with a journal on his knee
and writing another line
Up walked Annie Jean
with hair so fine and clean
to talk with him under that Georgia pine

She said, “Hi, I’m Annie Jean
You know my friend Kathleen
We all are in the same English class”
He said, “Hi, I’m Riley”
then he looked down shyly
as he pulled out a couple blades of grass

He was awkward around the young ladies
She asked him if he had plans for Sadie’s
He looked at her and asked “What’s that?”
“It’s a dance, silly” she responded
On his “OK, I’ll go with you,” they bonded
Then walked up his closest friend Matt

Riley gave Annie the number to his cell
They exchanged emails as well
She said she’d call him later on that night
As she got up and said her goodbye
Matt asked Riley if he was high
To Matt, it didn’t see quite right

Annie & Riley went to Sadie’s and Prom
Their relationship was very calm
but it changed as some eventually do
Annie was driving late that summer eve
The other car, it didn’t weave
And Annie’s life was through

Riley graduated the following year
and couldn’t choose school or a career
So he ended up working on a farm
At night he’d go to a cafe’
and he’d stay late writing away
He just didn’t want to do anyone harm

Riley still goes back to that Georgia pine
every year with a nice bottle of wine
and thinks about what could have been
He ponders on the plans they made
that afternoon, in the shade
and the fountain’s reflection shining on her skin.

2009

They Might Be Townies

When we’re at Starbucks
Talking about our lives
We’re surrounded by
Husbands and wives

Of people we work with or know
That’s not what concerns me the most
The trouble is, they might be townies
and they’re standing too close

They could be listening to us
And telling their friends & families
What we say in there every day
could get burned into their memories
They could find out all our secrets
Use them against us all over town
They might be townies
who might be writing all of it down

When we’re at Kroger
standing at the checkout line
Don’t tell your stories
Just nod and say you’re fine

They could be collecting info
Not only that, they could be wired
Because they might be townies
and they never will be fired

For recording conversations with non-locals
This could be a Stepford Wives kind of city
Where they want everyone to be the same
You’re out if you’re not athletic or pretty

See,
They could be listening to us
And telling their friends & families
What we say in there every day
could get burned into their memories
They could find out all our secrets
Use them against us all over town
They might be townies
who might be writing all of it down

They might be townies
who might be writing all of it down.

January 3, 2018

With apologies to John Flansburgh and John Linnell of They Might Be Giants. Still, I hope you enjoy it and it would be an honor if you wrote the music.

All Kidding Aside (The Mama’s Boy Song)

I’ve always been a jokester
The class clown, The life-coaster
The kid in the back lookin’ out the window

And when I got to High School
I was the scrawny geek in the pool
who was awkward, teased ‘n called a weirdo

The girls liked me but didn’t see me that way
I was a kind of friend they’d talk to all day
I was a mama’s boy who tried so hard to be a man
Lookin’ back I did too much crazy stuff
Once I started drinkin’ I couldn’t get enough
and even tried smokin’ cause it made me look tough
I got addicted to being someone I didn’t wanna be
And all kidding aside, that’s when she met me

She saw my wardrobe – my suits and ties
And much to my chagrin and my surprise
She stuck around, I must have done something right

She doesn’t laugh at all my silly jokes ‘n pranks
But when I do stuff around the house she says thanks
and our safe haven is our master bedroom at night

I don’t wonder why them girls didn’t see me that way
As I listen to what the love of my life wants to say
Guess being a mama’s boy is what she wanted in a man
But I look back on doing all that crazy stuff
All that drinkin’, smokin’, and actin’ tough
All that pretendin’ to be who I wasn’t supposed to be
All I can say is I feel blessed and oh, so free
All kidding aside, this mama’s boy is finally happy.

All kidding aside, this mama’s boy is finally happy.

2017 – New Year’s Eve

If I Was Completely Up to You

Would my bank account be overflowing?
Would I have muscles rather than fat?
Would I be a gourmet chef or therapist?
Would I be juggling more than one hat?

Would I have a job I’ve had for years?
Would I shop at Saks Fifth Avenue?
What would I be like
If I was completely up to you?

Would my eyes and hair be dark brown?
Would I have a dimpled chin?
Would I be more inclined for business?
Would I have more polite kin?

Would my mind be more logical?
Would everything I wear be brand new?
What would quickly change
If I was completely up to you?

I don’t have lots of money
I don’t look like a million bucks
And I’m not much into hunting
Pheasant, doves or ducks
I’m not much, I admit it
But your daughter loves me nonetheless
Why she does, well I don’t know
That’s anybody’s guess

Would you lecture me every day?
Would you have me followed constantly?
Would you tell her it would be best
If she’d just set me free?

Would you pack my stuff and kick me out
Of the love I thought was true?
Tell me, what you would do
If I was completely up to you?

Would I still be her husband
If it was completely up to you?

2005

On The Cover of People Magazine

Well, Shel Silverstein wrote a song for Dr. Hook
about wanting to be on the cover of Rolling Stone
And while it would be an honor to be on it,
There’s another magazine that’s very well known

It’s been quite popular for years and years
It’s visible while in the Supermarket checkout line
So if they ever chose me as someone fascinating
I’d be beaming with a smile and on cloud nine

Oh, to be on the cover of People Magazine
It would feel so amazing to be finally heard
They’d get to the heart of my compelling story
Might feel better than if I sang at the Bluebird
Maybe my Mama would buy a copy for herself
then she’d finally be so proud of me
On the cover of People Magazine
is somewhere I deeply want to be

I’d talk to them about my interesting childhood
and the small college town in which I was raised
I’d want them to interview former teachers of mine
So they could reminisce about those school days

I’d tell them about my guitar playing Grandfather
and how he inspired me so much to do my own thing
And most of all I’d share about the love of my life
who I proposed to with my Grandmother’s diamond ring

Oh, but time is short and I don’t know
how much longer I have here on Earth
All I can hope for is that this dream comes true-
This dream I’ve had in me since my birth

Oh, to be on the cover of People Magazine
It would feel so amazing to be finally heard
They’d get to the heart of my compelling story
and to some, it may even seem a little absurd
Maybe my Mama would buy a copy for herself
and she’d finally be so proud of me
On the cover of People Magazine
is somewhere I hope one day I will be

On the cover of People Magazine
is somewhere I hope one day I will be.

2017

Normal Christmas

Do you remember when Christmas was Christmas
with your brothers, sisters, Mom and Dad?
When you exchanged good wishes and presents
and the best family times ever were had?

When nobody had special dietary needs
and everybody wanted to be there?
When there wasn’t a single argument?
When we lived our lives without a care?

Then everybody got a little older
and moved away from their hometowns
You’ve gotta convince them to come home again
When they come in through the front door
they’re wearing frowns

Oh, whatever happened to having a normal Christmas
when everybody liked the fattening foods?
When everyone enjoyed the presents they got
and nobody was in a bad mood
No one at the gathering was an Athiest
and family members returned year after year
Whatever happened to having a normal Christmas
back when family and friends were sincere?

Because of that damned Global Warming
there’s hardly any sticking snow
Due to higher costs and lower wages
to the ski slopes, we cannot go

Tradition has been thrown out the window
Seems like nobody’s willing to compromise
And even if we get the clothes we want
we check the tags and they’re the wrong size

Oh, whatever happened to having a normal Christmas
when everyone couldn’t wait to gather again?
It was such an amazing time we had
Adults and children enjoyed it all back then
If there’s anyone who could give the gift
of better memories, we’ll cherish year after year
I’d ask for a calm and normal Christmas
that would fill everyone’s hearts with cheer

Oh, I’d ask for a calm and normal Christmas
that would fill everyone’s hearts with cheer.

Christmas, 2017.