Sunrise

Sun rising in the east as I drive
Heading west toward my home.
Sunrise in my rearview mirror
As I drive on Attwater avenue.
Sunrise over the Gulf of Mexico
As I drive on Seawall Boulevard.
Sunrise over the causeway
As I drive over after work.
The sun rising in my rearview mirror
As I drive home, always in my rearview mirror.
The only thing I want to see
In my rearview mirror as
I drive home is the sun rising.
The only thing I want to see
Before me as I drive home
Is a clear and empty road.

Here And Now With You

Everything's the same,
Yet not the same.
I'm the same man,
Yet not the same man.
You're the same woman
But you're not.
Everything changes,
But remains the same.
We are who we are,
Where we are and when.
We're here and now.
I'm right here and
Right now with you.

Lies

When I lie, some part
Of me dies deep inside.
Before I sin, I'll shake and quake
In myself low within.
In the abyss of my heart and soul
A part of me once extolled
Now lies dead and devoid;
Killed by my lie and my sin.
I and I alone
Have brought this ruin.

It's All About The Dash

Each marker has two dates, two years
Etched deep into the stone or molded onto the bronze.
Two dates determined by God
Before we were ever conceived.

Separating those dates is a single dash,
A single seemingly insignificant line.
It's the simplest smallest mark on the marker
And, ordinarily, I wouldn't give it another thought.

So simple, yet so significant and perhaps the
Most important part of the whole thing.
It represents the time we spent on this earth,
This little dash we rarely give a second glance.

We're born and then we'll die,
It's the ultimate consequence in this existence.
It's all about what we do between those dates,
What we do with the time between those years.

It's the whos, the whats, the wheres,
The hows and the whys and the whens.
It's everything we were for the while we're here.
Our entire lives, and it's all in just a little dash.

In Your House

It's good to hear laughter in your house again,
For some time now your house has been devoid
Of joy and happiness and the laughter of children.

Children running around and playing and watching TV
Just as we did in the very same house
When we were their age.

We sit in your house and talk and laugh and remember.
We eat and we drink, the beer and wine flow freely
And the shared meal brings back happy memories.

I'm sure our grandparents would approve
And are smiling upon our houses, our families,
And our lives from their place in heaven above.

No longer empty of joy, happiness reigns again.
Another generation shares in the love planted
By our grandparents and we keep the love growing.

Wedded Bliss

I love you.
We're together, inseparable,
Married these many years.
If we're not fucking, we're fighting.
If we're not fighting, we're fucking;
Just like two prison inmates locked up together.