This warm and pretty day

Well I’m out here
I could tell you
bout a thousand from my home
I could tell you I’ve been troubled
and I’m out here on my own
where the miles keep
the bottles empty
and the worry washed away
but the truth is
what’s the use when
I’m lookin’ out on
a pretty day

and the money
ain’t what it used to
be and many
are feelin’ down
and our dreams are
down the tubes while
there isn’t anyone around
I could tell you
bout the nights
without the lights
just lie awake
but the truth is
what’s the use when
the Lord has made us
a pretty day

I’ll pretend I’m goin’ fishin’
instead of wishin’ I was gone
and my friends you’re always welcome
to pack a bag and come along
we could talk about
the good times
set beside me
wash away
with a cold one
in the sunshine
of this warm and pretty day ©

I’ll think about you now & then

There’s a place forgotten rain remembers falling
beyond a tree line hushing whispers in the wind
a seldom breeze defies the time and echo’s yesterday
along with nights a summer rainfall hits the tin
not forgetting as it goes you walked away from here
a troubled wind that changed direction down the bend
I lye awake to watch the rain fall soak the trees
on night’s like these I’ll think about you now and then

We never passed a stormy night by writing letters
and hands of time like yours and mine we never hold
the threads that sew the déjà vu we know together
unstitched by seams of time that leave us growing old
you just can’t wind the hands of time in perfect weather
like on those nights a summer rain fall hits the tin
that’s when I’ll wonder where you went and how you been
on nights like these I’ll think about you now and then ©