And Then I Met You

I knew girls who were so nice
but not many went out with me twice
All I was dreaming of was paradise
And then I met you
There were those who I got to know
and they didn’t go with the flow
So I was searching high and low
And then I met you

You were different
You were funnier
Oh, so much funnier than me
But you loved my humor
You loved my romantic inclinations
and that night we didn’t disagree

All those girls who I met
tossed me like a used cigarette
I was filled with pain and regret
I walked into the Buena Vista all wet
I was down to my last gutsy bet
I was there to meet a different brunette
And then I met you

You were so quirky
You were classier
Oh, so much classier than me
But you loved my cologne
You loved my little observations
You were the one, turns out I’d need

I was there and she was late
In fact, she blew off our date
but I’m a firm believer in fate
I thought she was my soulmate
The one who’d appreciate
my proposal on the Golden Gate
And then I met you
And then I met incredible you.

January 8, 2018

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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.

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

You Should Be With Me (Steak ‘n Shake Song)

Boy:
Well, I’m sittin’ here in Steak n Shake
Pickin’ on a four-dollar meal
And I’m not sure if you’ll ever
Feel the way I feel

My pockets are all empty
But my stomach’s full for now
And I’m dreamin’ of you, girl
I gotta figure out how

To make some money
So you will date me
I feel like such a fool
It’s so upsetting
That I’m letting
My depression rule
I know I can make it happen
I know you’ll one day, see
That I was made for you
And you should be with me.
You should be with me

Girl:
I see you there in Steak n’ Shake
And I’m wondering who’s with you
Who gets to hold your hand
Maybe it’s time you knew

That you’re the boy of my dreams
You’re the one who makes me laugh
Every time I see you anywhere
I wanna take your photograph

We could take selfies
We could go skating
We could study after school
It’s so unnerving
I’m here observing
Why do you tolerate her ridicule?
I know I’d be so better than her
She’s treating you like a nobody
Baby I was meant to be with you

And you should be with me
You should be with me

2017

Whiling Away

Snow flurries outside and we’re not out there
You’re in my arms now, saying it’s not fair
We had places to go and people to see
But today is to be shared between you and me

The chores are finished, the laundry is done
The tempting thing to do is call someone
This is what we are meant to do today
All is OK, as we’re whiling away

Whiling away the day
Making it last
Forgetting the future
And mistakes from our past
Let’s just enjoy it
Again, we will play
For now, let’s focus
On whiling away

Winter is here now, this will happen again
You say Dammitall to this and I say Amen
Yippee, Hallelujah, and Hooray
Because with you, I’ll be whiling away

Whiling away the day
Until beddy-bye
Sometimes we’ll be grounded
Sometimes we’ll fly
It’s a skill to master
And add to our resume
Such a gift we can treasure
Whiling away

Such a gift we can treasure
Whiling away.

2003, Revised 2017

God Bless The Bluebird Cafe

It’s where Country Dreams come true
Where everything sung there is brand new
Where people go to sit and really listen
Where songwriters come to be christened
You’ll hear songs there about Mama
about ol’ fashioned love & wastin’ away
At the end of the night, you’ll wanna say
God bless the Bluebird Cafe

I’ve heard the various legends about the place
I’ve seen pictures taken within those walls
I’ve bought the songs that were introduced there
It’s not one of them fancy Country Music halls

It’s unlike anywhere you’ve ever been before
Those songwriters are the best of the best
What they come up with and sincerely sing about
is more impressive than how they’re dressed

It’s where I hope my songs are sung one day
It’s the place I wanna hear incredible tunes
I’d rather go there than all them honky-tonks
or those famous Nashville bars and saloons

I’d like to go to a Sunday Writer’s Night
where I could sing my latest crafted song
Where I hope one day someone will say
“Son, this is where you no doubt belong.”

It’s where Country Dreams come true
Where everything sung there is brand new
Where people go to sit and really listen
Where songwriters come to be christened
You’ll hear songs about yearning for home
Each artist and writer there will blow you away
As you walk out the doors at the end of the night
You’ll say God bless the Bluebird Cafe

Oh, God bless the Bluebird Cafe!

2017