Far Away Home Now that you’re home, oh it’s finally hit home. Now that you’re near, you’re so far away. Travel calls in November, solitary snow falls, on the hurt and the anger, numbing it all. At least by the fireside, I can stir memory’s embers, rekindle our love for my own. But now that you’re home, oh it’s finally hit home. Now that you’re near, you’re so far away. It’s August, it’s balmy, you’ve kicked off our sheets. The air’s broke, but baby, I’m froze. Cause now that you’re home, oh it’s finally hit home. Now that you’re near you’re so far away. Is there a her? Or is it the road? Have gravel and wind stained your ring? Don’t know which one chills me more to the bone, your silence or remembering your kiss. Cause now that you’re home, oh it’s finally hit home, now that you’re near, you’re so far away. Now that you’re near, you’re so far away. Now that you’re near, you’re so far away. posted by me 9:54 AM . . .
Sing without me. Sing without this song. Sing without me. Make your own tune. Make your own way. Make your own way. Know that I will always be there for you, but know that you must travel on your own. Know that you will find a way, find a destination of your own. Dream without me. Dream without this tale. Dream without me. Make your own trance. Find your own dance. Make your own way. Make your own way. Don’t look back just know I’m in your shadow, with a hand to guide you at arms length. Just because you cannot see me, doesn’t mean I have forsaken you this place. And when you find your tune, when you find your way, when you finally slip so quiet in the night. Know I’ll guard you know you’ll find me there. Find me in your song in darkest night. Then you’ll find me. Then you’ll find me. So make your own way, find your own dreams strike a path through the thickened vines. When you’re caught up when there’s nowhere left to go when you’re on the edge and giving up your flight. There you’ll find me. There you’ll find me. I’m your dreams and I’m your song. But you’ve got to go and find me on your own. I can’t make you, stay and love me. But when you’ve hit rock bottom and you can’t go any deeper, know that I’m the bedrock, know that there you’ll find me. There you’ll find me. There you’ll find me. There you’ll find me. posted by me 11:05 AM . . .
Broken. Broken. Handled with fingers made of lead. Broken, utterly broken. Crumbling where I stand. As many times as I’ve tried to gather the fragments Paste dissolves in time and frigid nights still rend cement Somehow I keep misplacing pieces Somehow I just can’t fit end to end. But you can. Broken. Broken. Can’t smooth the jagged edge. Fallen, slowing falling. Toppling from the ledge. Sweep this shrapnel up into your apron Lay me down beside your worker’s bench Figure out just what it is went missing. You give of yourself to make me whole again. Broken. Broken. Want to close my eyes and drift away. Softly, you call me softly. I awaken in your hands and I know I’m safe. posted by me 9:56 AM . . .
