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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Real McCoy

As I looked around your place
and saw the smile on your face
I knew you’re one of a kind
You completely blew my mind

My intuition about me and you
Told me that our love was true
It said you were the one
and we’d have more than fun

It’d be a love I had been dreaming of
Since I was a little boy
When I looked up to my parents
and I’d pray I’d have that kind of joy
Now you and I are both students
Here in the heart of Central Illinois
As sure as cowboys love shootin’
I know we’re the Real McCoy

Real McCoy
Real McCoy
We’re true love
We’re the Real McCoy

I deeply care about your parents
They treat me as one of the family
Mom and Dad are impressed with you
And I love your gentle sincerity

Our dates have been so wonderful
We complement each other so well
Like a well-mannered gentleman
and a sweet & sassy Southern Belle

It’s the love I’ve been waiting for
Since I was a little boy
When I looked up to my parents
And I’d pray I had that kind of joy
Now you and I are students
Here in the heart of Central Illinois
As sure as farmers love farming
I know we’re the Real McCoy

As sure as farmers love farming
As sure as cowboys love shootin’
As sure as fishers love fishing
And Minnesotan say “Darn Tootin!”
I know we’re the Real McCoy

Real McCoy
Real McCoy
We’re true love
We’re the Real McCoy.

January 11, 2018

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

Camping with Gramps

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We were born in the city
Didn’t know a Rainbow Trout from a Bass
and we grew up going
to different schools and attending mass

But our parents agreed
to let us spend time in LaPorte
We weren’t at a sleepaway
or some high-class fancy resort

We were with my Dad’s Mom & Dad
They lived in an A-frame cabin alone
Far from the crowds and traffic
They had an old radio and rotary phone

But it wasn’t all that we looked forward to
It was all the adventures we loved to do

While camping with Gramps
We got to learn how to fish in the streams
He’d encourage us to dream big dreams
of catchin’ big ones to gut and cook
We were livin’ life not readin’ a book
While camping with Gramps
We got to know him and his worldview
He taught us everything he knew
He showed us nature and paintings
He told us to value people not just things
Gram taught us Cribbage
and I read her books & liked all her stamps
But what I loved most of all was camping with Gramps

And my older brothers
they outgrew going so I went with cousin Dave
Gramps would tell us
to go out by ourselves on walks and be brave

We’d drink straight from the cold creek
on those scorchin’ summer days
We’d chase butterflies
and appreciate the sneaky bears & bluejays

And we played tennis on a court we helped make
But we always ended up goin’ out towards the lake

While camping with Gramps
We got to learn how to fish in the streams
He’d encourage us to dream big dreams
of catchin’ big ones to gut and cook
We were livin’ life not readin’ a book
While camping with Gramps
We got to know him and his worldview
He taught us everything he knew
He showed us nature instead of paintings
He told us to value people not just things
Sure Gram made us dinner
and I read her books & liked all her stamps
But what I loved most of all was camping with Gramps

What I loved most of all was camping with Gramps.

January 2, 2018

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