Meadow in the Moonlight

In a meadow in the moonlight
Where the rabbits fall asleep
We laid down on a blanket
And we both started to weep

For we were so grateful to be alive
A good friend of ours recently died
It was the passing of our innocence
That night our souls became tied

The stars above us were aligned
As we spoke of how we felt
And as I looked into her hazel eyes
My heart started to melt

We made a vow in the morning
That it wouldn’t change anything
It was only a temporary passion
one emotional evening in Spring

To the meadow in the moonlight
I return with high hopes every year
That she will break her promise
That she will magically appear

But deep inside I know the truth
She is long gone without regret
So with a heavy heart I go home
Knowing I will never forget.

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Darker Shade of Blue

Well, I’ve tried to make it right with you
And you tend to pick a fight nightly
It’s a vicious pattern and problematic
This isn’t the way love’s supposed to be

They say opposites attract & go together
Like the sandy shore & temperamental sea
Well you’ve been like those big ol’ waves
Relentlessly crashing and crushing me

And I’m not sure if you even realize it
I don’t know if what I say, you’ll believe
Hope this song delivers you a message
Hope it can be listened to & well received
Hope you’re not upset at what I’m singin’
Hope you know I don’t wanna hurt you
But I can’t live like this much longer
I’m thinkin’ that this love isn’t true
After all, sand never changes its color
No, sand never changes it’s color
From tan to a darker shade of blue
From tan to a darker shade of blue

I’d rather be the one appreciating the view
As I sit and watch each wave you make
I’d cheer on every surfer riding inside you
I just know I can’t handle your angry break

I know your tides change with the seasons
I know some of your waves are fun to ride
But just as surfers need pizza, I need lovin’
God knows we both have honestly tried

And I’m not sure if you even realize it
I don’t know if what I say, you’ll believe
Hope this song delivers you a message
Hope it can be listened to & well received
Hope you’re not upset at what I’m singin’
Hope you know I don’t wanna hurt you
But I know we can’t live like this forever
I’m thinkin’ that this love isn’t true
After all, sand never changes its color
No, sand never changes its color
From tan to a darker shade of blue
From tan to a darker shade of blue.

June 29, 2018

California Vacayday

We’ve looked forward to this
Just our children, you and me
Spending quality time together
In scenic Capitola-by-the-Sea

It’s a perfect California Vacayday
We went bodysurfin’ in the bay
It’s a perfect California Vacayday
It’s so great to be away
from the hustle and bustle
and our big city street
And eating gourmet tacos
filled with lobster meat
No worries, just leisurely play
On this perfect California Vacayday

Wind making our sand-dusted hair dance
and I’m gently holding your tanned hand
We’re rekindling and nurturing our romance
as we’re strolling together on the sand

Our kids are having so much fun
It’s been a complete and total blast
reflecting & joking with you, my dear
We’re in the moment, not stuck in the past

It’s a perfect California Vacayday
We went bodysurfin’ in the bay
It’s a perfect California Vacayday
It’s so great to be away
from the hustle and bustle
and our big city street
And eating gourmet tacos
filled with lobster meat
No worries, just leisurely play
On this perfect California Vacayday

With you, my life-long love
and our funny, darling children
on this perfect California Vacayday

On this perfect California Vacayday.

May 15, 2018

Pinto Lake

Well, I’m thinkin’ about Half Moon Bay
and those egg sandwiches you would make,
All those black and white analog snapshots
you wanted to but didn’t have time to take

And I’m thinkin’ about that early Spring day
It was a bit foggy, you had something to say
When we were in that rowboat on Pinto Lake
When we were in that rowboat on Pinto Lake

I was wearing khaki shorts & a white pocket tee
You wore a gingham top and favorite ripped jeans
You brought a picnic basket with Martinelli’s,
Potato salad, French bread & freshly baked beans

And I wonder about all the reasons why my dear
You chose to tell me you weren’t gonna stay
When we were in that rowboat out on Pinto Lake
Oh, in that little rowboat out on Pinto Lake

We were from that place
That sleepy farm town
Filled with roses
Old friends
Ramsey Park
Where our Mothers
took us both to play
We were twenty-four
and we had planned
to move out of state
But you said you’ve packed
and was moving that very May

I’m sad and thinkin’ about that early Spring day
You brought me a bright yellow roses bouquet
My heart was breaking apart every which way
As you said what you needed to say
In that little rowboat with me out on Pinto Lake

In that little rowboat with me out on Pinto Lake.

May 15, 2018

When I Was Alive

I wanna know I did my best
The best I could have done
With what I was meant to do
With who I was meant to be
I wanna know I was myself
Myself and no one else
When I was alive, oh yeah
When I was alive, I was me

I wanna know I wrote my story
I wanna know I chose my way
I wanna know that glory
of giving my all day after day
I wanna know who I loved
knew I loved them with all my heart
I wanna know they knew I thought
of them when we were far apart

I wanna know I did my best
The best I could have done
With what I was meant to do
With who I was meant to be
I wanna know I was myself
Myself and no one else
When I was living, oh yeah
When I was living, I was me

And it was what I chose
Not someone else’s choice
To follow my own muse
To sing with my own voice
To join all the others
who are happy with who they are
Because they are themselves
They shine like evening stars

I wanna know I did my best
The best I could have done
With what I was meant to do
With who I was meant to be
I wanna know I was myself
Myself and no one else
When I was alive, oh yeah
When I was alive, I was me

I was me and I was free
I was me and I was free
I was free by being me
I was free by being me
When I was alive
When I was alive
I was free
and I was me
When I was alive

April 26, 2018

The Songs We Wrote That Summer

The first one we wrote, it was when we met
It was a Meet Cute you and I will never forget
It had humor involving food staining your dress
and us laughing hysterically as we cleaned the mess

The second one we wrote on our coffee shop date
We could have cut it short, but we stayed late
I was too shy to kiss you before you opened your door
It just seemed to me like you didn’t want anything more

We waited a bit before we wrote another one
But the third time was with friends and it was fun
The four of us got together, wrote it in a dive bar
where we all had some beers, you got out your guitar

The songs we wrote that Summer
We went all-in on and did our best
They were filled with emotion and were sincere
And I thought you were pleased how we progressed
But as we wrote more, they started sounding the same
The candle we once were then had a burned out flame
Now sometimes I wonder whatever became
of you and all your ambitious dreams
And those songs we wrote that Summer
with with all those lovely and romantic themes

That time we went to the local Beach Boardwalk
Intimate conversations evolved from our small talk
We shared our deepest hopes yet romance didn’t grow
We just couldn’t move forward, we were at a plateau

Yet I’ll never talk badly about them or you, dearest
‘Cause I cherish those nights we passionately kissed
You filled my notebooks and life with our history
but what it will all mean to others is a mystery

The songs we wrote that Summer
we went all-in on and did our best
They were filled with emotion and were sincere
I thought you were happy with how we progressed
But as we wrote more, they started sounding the same
The candle we once were had a burned out flame
And though I wonder why they became what they became
All our ballads and those youthful dreams
Those songs we wrote that Summer
I’ll listen for you singing them in the ocean and streams

Hope I’ll hear you singing them in the oceans and streams.

March 31, 2018

Maybe It’s Just My Boner

When I was younger than I am now
I’d get erections all the time
In classrooms and bathrooms
The feeling was very sublime

So it’s weird now that I’m older
‘Cause my dick doesn’t go up much these days
Even when I’m not attracted to the girl
it decides to go against my heart and raise

And as I dance real close
to a girl who I just met that night
I feel it slowly rising, she does too
Then I question if it’s really right

Maybe it’s love
or maybe it’s just my boner
playing tricks on me
Maybe it’s romance
or maybe it’s just my boner
on one big shopping spree
Maybe it’s telling me
she could be the one
but it also could just be implying
that it wants to be in her bun
I know I cannot ever be sure
Maybe it’s just my boner

Maybe it’s just my boner.

2003