Inside a tavern with a couple drunks from another time
Writing music of lives and lies



There is a stop just outside of heaven
With a note book and an empty bottle of wine

Shade tree with lots of lovers
Most still buried in my mind

Rest and solitude
We live then we die

Come froth water
Evaporate in the night

Souls of the mad men
Songs from lullabies

Every dream a dreamer
Coming from her love filled eyes

Stagger into poet's tries
Love in living cries