Streets never seem to know her name

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You know the lonely kind
one who pretends to find
smiles in a place that looks so sad
she walks the darkest streets
for everyone she meets
why does she pay to hurt so bad

Wonder why she flies
thunder should tell the wise
one heart is burning by the flame
she finds when she falls
no one will hear her call
streets never seem to know her name

In every guy she meets
out in the city streets
why does she look for what she’s had
seems just a mystery
throughout her history
finding her good in someone bad

Wonder why she flies
thunder should tell the wise
one heart is burning by the flame
she finds when she falls
no one will hear her call
streets never seem to know her name

When the thunder is passin’ her by
and the fire quits burning
she can tell you
it never dies

Wonder why she flies
thunder should tell the wise
one heart is burning by the flame
she finds when she falls
no one will hear her call
streets never seem to know her name
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My hearts my own abandoned building

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My love she’s not so much a mountain as a distance
my adoration’s only written on these walls
but it’s her love that drives with heady slow resistance
as mine relies on lonely shadows where they fall

and I’m just hanging on her doorway softly listening
beneath that street light where she parks it isn’t far
I’m reaching out to see her blue eyes lofty glisten
somewhere tonight so bright and beautiful you are

and so I wait
to hear the whispers on
the stories told to little children
without the fear of pain foregone alone
my hearts my own abandoned building

sweetheart’s divine who finds unwritten letters
awake tonight a diamond shines below her kiss
a foolish game to tell yourself
she’s thinkin’ of me in her sleep
a polished jewel don’t ask a fool for what she’s missed

but still I’ll wait
to hear the whispers on
the stories told to little children
without the fear of pain foregone alone
my hearts my own abandoned building ©


A snowflake staccato

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I knew it when I found
her
before I
 even got her name
she’s the pot of gold
and truth be told,
the prize of playin’ games…
she’s worthy and it’s funny
but before I saw her face…
I knew from fallin’ in the cold
all snowflakes fell the same

I couldn’t even disagree
the lies that I’ve been sold
tonight that story melted
just like ice that wasn’t cold
the first time that I tasted proof
her tender lovin’ came…
a snowflakes made for me and you
the rest are all the same  

some are in the air outside
like angels on the lawn…
sometimes they’re waitin’ down a road
that’s made for slippin’ on…
she turned the rest like water dried
disappearing from the flame…
a million snowflakes in the sky
she’s the one who’s not the same ©

Raindrops don’t concern a drowning man

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In the morning when the clouds
are hanging heavy
you’re watching out for me
but still won’t take my hand
you only wait to see the storm
that’s headed for me
but honey raindrops don’t concern
a drowning man

I’ve heard the sirens blowing
in their final warning
upon the lips of every lover that I’ve met
and still my ship keeps swimmin’
down that broken harbor
a river filled with
all the tear drops
soaking wet

So darlin’ don’t you even worry
bout the rescue
and there’s no need to bother
reaching out your hand
the salty tears it’s given me
my swimmin’ don’t concern the sea
and honey raindrops
don’t concern a drowning man ©