ghosts of witness

ghosts of witness
passing through
the walls
absent of breath
slipping through
the glass
with no reflections
of who they are
who they should be
lonely patrons
of yesterday
mute witness
of today

broken shoes.

broken shoes
and daffodils
long dirt roads
and say you wills
the scent of departure
lingering on skin
your butterflied sweater
hiding behind the wheel
driving me to a place
you know I’ve never been

B side.

these B side reflections
of a life left unlived
uncover the truth
behind every word
left unsaid
as the excuses flow
like the rivers below
into the oceans between us

step.

down in benencia
where the grass grows green
high on a hill
she's thinking of me
washing her sins
as she sweeps the floor
I think to myself
is there something more

to the hills or the ocean
I'm always crashing my way
into what could have been greatness
always one step away

and down in benencia
in the shadow of night
she lies tattered and torn
victim of this war
thats been raging
and burning
inside the heart
of the man
who is her world

to the hills or the ocean
I'm always crashing my way
into what could have been greatness
always one step away

and down in benencia
in the wet of the morning dew
she's sleeping and swaying
as I watch from her window
dreaming of her dreams
knowing she needs
something more

to the hills or the ocean
I'm always crashing my way
into what could have been greatness
always one step away

one step away

one step

step away

wings.

when the shots ring out
do they call your name

waiting and wanting
to find the heart of the matter

and the matter is you

and all you can do
is pray for the bullets
to grow angelic wings
and fly off to the heavens
leaving you
to be you
and me
to be me

wanting

some nights I feel just like a child
wandering my way through these city streets
nothing but dreams to reach up and to hold
though I still haven’t found my way
into your arms

and I’m wanting you
and you’re wanting me
though times like this call for
the obscene

some nights I feel just like a child
wandering my way through these lucid dreams
nothing but you to reach up and to hold
though I still haven’t found my way
into your arms

and I’m wanting you
and you’re wanting me
so tonight let’s crawl
into these dreams

and I’ll hold you there


‘cause I’m wanting you
and you’re wanting me
yeah I’m wanting you
wanting you


but some nights I feel just like a child
wandering my way through these city streets
found my way up to your door
trying to find a way into your arms

and I’m wanting you

wanting you