Blame It On The Moon

Blame it on the moon,
Compromise the truth,
Tell a lie or two,
Paint a gray sky blue,
Then blame it on the moon.

Paint your lips real pink,
Buy another drink,
Make them think you mean it,
Pick a real good tune and sing it,
Say you'll see each other soon,
Then blame it on the moon.

The night owl is out,
The wolves all gather and howl,
Something is in the air,
You can feel in everywhere,
The blood moon glows and sings,
And brings along some crazy things.

So lock your doors real tight,
Say a prayer or two tonight,
Listen to the cosmic boom,
And then blame it on the moon.

Only Human

I see you through the window pane,
You're something I can never find.
Nothing around here feels the same,
Out of sight, out of mind.

I'm not sure that applies to the human mind,
Change the rapids, change the tide.
Everything happens in perfect time,
We do everything we can,
But I'm only human.

Please, come in from the rain,
It's warmer in here.
Please, just kiss me among the flame,
Because I'm losing to fear.

Was this ever okay?
I can see it through your eyes.
What do you do when there's nothing to say?
I'm starting to think that you were right.

But I'm only human,
I do only what I can.
Time is a state of mind,
 And I don't have the power to change the tide.
Because I'm only human.
I'm only human.

Never Change

When I was nine I got my first real bike,
Summer nights, fireworks in the drive.
Purple buckets filled with rain,
Fields of wheat and lights shining on the backstreet.
And black trash bags block out all the light,
In the mirror I don't see my reflection right.
And Mama, she's in bed again,
Daddy's fixing dinner and doesn't know how long it's been.

Nothing ever stays the same,
I think you and I should never change.
Time will tell if we got it right,
This life.
Cause nothing ever stays the same.

Fifteen, it rolls around,
And your head is in the clouds more than your feet on the ground.
And I'd follow him wherever he led,
Until I found out that's just something that boys said.
Then there were sunny days,
Cucumber melon and The Eagles played something I could appreciate.
Before it was just not the same and it was too late.

Now I'm seventeen,
And it all became so clear to me.
Past family religion and all the suspicion,
I'll find out what I'm supposed to be.
But the hands of fate turn,
And I burn with unsaid words.
My chances shattered and the fragments clattered with sharp pieces of him,
That I would never see again.

Twenty-seven, you know where you're heading,
And wherever it is I'm heading there with you.
We'll roll the dice, pass some signs, stop down at ten buck two.
Stop for gas, wait in line, if the world stands still now we'll be just fine.

Because nothing ever stays the same,
And I think that you and I should never change.


When I sat down with my guitar my intention was to find something beautiful today. I wanted to create something worthwhile. I could write about lost love, pills, whiskey, or fairytale endings. I could write about everything that is wrong in our lives. I could write about someone I hate or someone I love. I could even write about guitars, jewels, cloudy days, and weather.

But when I was strumming something happened, and memories came back. I was little with long blonde hair running bare feet at the house on Peoga. I was taking walks in the rain. I was splashing in rain buckets, and playing baseball in the yard. 

Then I grew. I was nine, ten, eleven so forth to pivotal ages of fifteen and sixteen when you fall for everything, you act out of impulse, and everything you knew is forgotten. Then I was seventeen and I had lost the very best thing that I had at the time. I lost someone very real and very important to me. ANd still is.

But now I'm twenty-seven, and we have fast forward ten years. Now I know better. I'm stronger, smarter. I don't pretend. I don't fall for shit, I stand for something, and I remember who I am. And John, I will follow you. We'll roll the dice, pass some signs, stop for gas and at ten buck two. I don't care. We'll be fine just as long as we can stay just like this, right now, in this specific moment in time. Just as long as we don't ever change.

So, I didn't write about jewels or fairytales. Or about bars or cheating. I wrote about my life.

Nothing At All

Dreamcatchers loose,
Dangling from the ceiling.
My manners shot,
Politely concealing.
The Dam may break today.
My words will spill and I'll give way.

These four walls turn to prison bars,
And your words feel like an iron ball.
Now I feel so small.
And we are nothing at all.

Years I've tracked and lost,
They're hanging in thick, sweet air.
All of the missed out chances,
No, it's just not fair.
But you turn and walk away,
And I'll stay and let these words spill on this page.

Paint chips onto cement floors.
I wish I could say more.
I've done so damn much, but you got bored.
Am I invisible?
I didn't realize you were invincible.
This is real.
This is now.
These are the colors of our fall out.

Yell, or curse, or scream.
Say everything but what you really mean to me.

This Dam may break today.
My words will spill and I'll give way.

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Starlight Might Kiss Me

I was thinkin that I might drown,
If I don't get these feet on the ground.
You  know those dreams,
With the bad disposition?
All the searchin and all the missin you?
Well, I do too.

This holy ground is sinking in,
And I'm so lost in sin.
I gravitate to pills and whiskey,
Hoping someday that starlight might kiss me.
Starlight might kiss me.

I suck in the moonbeams,
Breathe out the sun.
I don't believe in my own shit that I've done.
I've claimed it in darkness.
Spoke it to life.
Turned around and thought that it'd all be alright.

All the pretty faces and sweet perfume,
Permeate every single room.
Oh, Oh...
Cheap guitars and shaking hands,
Still don't change a thing about who I am.

I was thinking that I might drown,
If I don't get these feet back on holy ground.

Somewhere In The Middle Of Nowhere

She says she don't drink with a beer in her hand.
She cries when she's lonely, but don't need a man.
Wine in a mason jar,
Pills for her nerves.
She'll go out fighting if the world don't kill her first.

Meanwhile she raises hell.
And she plays her cards very well.
She's old enough to know better, but way too young to care.
And sometimes she feels like she's somewhere,
In the middle of nowhere.

She says she likes summer while smiling in the snow.
She wants to head west, but this place is all that she knows.
A suitcase she never really uses,
Starting a collection of dust, dreams, and wishes.

She sets in the sun in her worn out jeans.
Bites her tongue so she don't scream.
But, Lord Jesus, she knows she'll be just fine.
Sometimes the stars set just right,
But sometimes they need realigned.

She says she don't drink with a beer in her hand.