backpack

everywhere I go
everyone I know
has a backpack on their back
and I don't know what's inside
but there's one thing that's true
I want a backpack too

blueprint

make me a plan
draw me a blueprint
include the instructions
when you step on my heart
I don't need big letters
on billboards or newsprint
just give me a clue
of where I should start

          I may require lessons
          for breaking up with you
          you could be my teacher
          no one else will do

somehow I got old, verse one

I don't know what happened
never got life's instruction book 
but time just kept on marching
while I forgot to take a look
I could give you lots of reasons
but, fact is, truth be told
I don't know when it happened
but somehow I got old

somehow I grew old

I don't know when it happened
but somehow I grew old

these summer days

staring at the ceiling fan
from below
watch it go
around and around 
and around some more
like it don't know what
it's moving for
but it's moving in the proper way
for these summer days

sitting on a front porch
don't matter when
beer with friends
one more, one more
and another drink
nobody cares 
what you think
but you say it anyway
on these summer days

not yet time

not yet time to sleep
I'll be creative with time
imagination

godforsaken truth

there are facts
and there are figures
then there's the godforsaken truth
all those times
when you were with her
in the wet dreams of your youth