Old friends, follow, hard-times swallow

they're just an old friend,

another friend that likes to follow ME,

an ole' friend/real friend, would not have you crawl upon your knees?

follow me to my knees, just as my blood,

just prove to me, once, one-time, it's me and you baby girl, ONE LOVE!,

tell me now, with more friends, aint they got much more problems,

sure you won't that advise my friend,

can't you feel,

in the soul and the thoughts of the cold, brisk, wind,

nothing to stop (at all) this frosbite air,

blowing my soul,

if you can say, "I ain't loving you?"

but you know my time,

really ain't, seriouslly ain't, going to be so kind,

gonna make em think about the way I used to be,

even if I break a rule, maybe make

the banjo scream,

"Mercy, me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!",

while I make,

one of my only harmonic(as) songs,

yeah, baby, LET ME KNOW YOUR NAME,

tell me just what, you thinkin'.......she's likely to be,

"she's still homegrown",

don't make 'em like that SON! NO' MO', Not no more,

and lkes to get it and give it the same, the same,

the way I've always been,

aww man, look, it's the lights! that're REALly going dim!, and the clapping fades,

 and people start picking up my music things,

and I sing a song how life and music must be hand in hand in order to exist,

comprehend,

hard times is just my whole world,

never gonna let me be,

old friend, when you gonna let me be,

old friend when WILL you spread those wings down, around and over me?

life

it's a white picket fence in the making,
a jail-cell for the taking,
it's surveliance and peeping 'Toms',
it's the fire that keeps me going,

it's Sunday nights when all is quiet,
sipping tea,
listening for the crackling fire,
and fire, it's the danse,
that trance,

little souls that bounce above the smoldering synthetics,
and inside that white door behind,
another world I can find,
where supper is cooking on the stove,
my beautiful other half,

my seven-month and three year old,

and about sixty-seven miles out east,
it's 12 years now that my heart started to beat,
it's his hairline that reminds me of dad,
it's his facial expressions,
embarrassing red,

it's my life,
and it was my pine,
i've cut both of them down,
but it's the first that gets me up,
each morning now,

it's my soul that my conscience must follow 'round.

tidal wave

you've got your ball

you've got your chain,

tied to me,

tie me up again,

who's got their claws in you my friend,

into your heart, heartbeat again,

sweet like candy to my soul,

sweet you rock,

and sweet you roll,

lost for you,  I'm so lost for you,

and you, oh my God, you come rolling into me,

and I'll come into you,

only if you want me to,

in a boy's dream,

if I tell it like it is,

it's in a boys dream,

I'll touch your lips,

just so I'll know,

that in your eyes love'll begin to grow,

so I'm there going crazy for you,

and you twist into me and I come into you,

Oh I've gone overboard and I'm begging you to forgive

me in my haste,

but I'm holding you so close to me,

rolling into me,

and baby I'll always come into you,

just hike up your skirt a little more,

and show your world to me,

in this boy's dream,

I watch you through the window and I stare,

and you wear nothing but you wear it so well,

tied up and twisted the way I like to be,

for you for me,

come into me baby,

pretend that,

you know you are the queen of the castle,

I'll be the dirty rascal,

while I am swimming in your sea and your ocean,

and I can see the wave coming,

I'll be your dixie chicken if you'll be my louisiana lamb,

if we can walk down into dixie land,

just, love, love, love, and come into me,

baby,

and I'll crash into you

drown

no matter where you are,
i can still hear you when you drown,
you travel very far to see if I'll come around,
when I'm down,
all of those yesterday's coming down,
I can still hear you when you dream,
you travel far like a star,
and you are,
those yesterdays coming down,
is it someting, something, I said,
was it something someone did,
yesterday the sky was  you,
and I still feel the same,
nothing else for me to do,
and I feel lame,
I wish I could fly,
I wish I could lie,
I wish I was shy,
mostly wish I could lie.