

Being Here
Here I am in Carolina, walking down a country road.
Y’know nothin’ could be finer than just being here.
I waited for you at the station, and on the road back home again.
To this moment of elation…just being here.
It’d be a shame to waste
The space and time it takes
To stand in place…
Got a cabin at Santeetlah. We could make ourselves at home.
Float the boat out on the water and just be here.
Random moments in the sunshine, still walkin’ down that country road.
Paintin’ pictures, stylin’ so fancy…and just bein’ here.
It’d be a shame to waste
The space and time it takes
To stand in place…
Here.
A Question of Balance
Dark of the evenin’. The moon had gone to bed.
Come the dark of the evening, she glides into my head.
Then she stays and we play the night away,
It’s how we roll….
Down the road there’s a room, in the quiet part of town.
Down the road there’s a place I go.
In the quiet afternoons when the sun sets,
She comes to me….
It’s a question of balance. (She’s faithful to The Groove).
A question of balance. (Got nothin’ left to prove)
Balance…She’s with me to the end.
Feels like I’m flyin’ through the spaces in between
The ups and downs of her desires.
Still I can’t hang around her for too long…
I’ll burn too bright.
It’s a question of balance. (Like a bird on the wire).
A question of balance. (good thing I’m a flexible flyer).
Balance…Till we all come tumblin’ down…
Pick up the pieces and glue ‘em back in place.
Shake off The Blues and dress ‘em up in lace.
We’re all just in it to break through,
Or break out, or break down….
It’s a question of balance. (She’s faithful to The Groove).
A question of balance. (Got nothin’ left to prove)
Balance…She’ll be with me at the end.
Satori on Rye
Runnin’ The Cove one cold Winter mornin’
Round a bend near the end she appeared.
A long-legged beauty with a look that told me,
‘ Keep yer distance, or I’m outta’ here. ’
I asked her for some truth and she shook her head,
‘ Ain’t it enough we’re walkin’ this road? ’
‘ Satori, ’ I said, with a glint in my eye,
‘ Satori…on rye. ’
Some people, when they come upon Mother Nature’s beauty
Get all weirded out ‘bout how Cosmic it was.
Truth’s the truth when it’s standin’ before ya,
Over before it’s begun.
Lifetimes turn in an instant, a nano-second,
Third, Fourth, on and on.
‘ Satori, ’ she said, with a fire in her eye,
‘ Satori…on rye. ’
Speechless! Let me tell ya,
It ain’t every day you get a moment like this.
Face to face with Canis Rufus,
Somethin’ you don’t wanna’ miss.
A moment of madness, a shot in the dark,
Did I tell you that dog might bite.
‘ Satori, ’ I said, with a tear in my eye,
‘ Satori…on rye. ’
So I’m standin’ in the middle of the road to perdition
Seconds from the finish line.
Over there stands my long-legged Mother Nature’s beauty
Sportin’ a ‘come - hither look in her eye.
That promised to take me to places I hadn’t never ever been.
‘ Satori!‘ She howled a long goodbye,
‘ Satori…on rye. ’
At Least It Ain’t Rainin’ Anymore
Precious little love was spoken tonight,
Precious little hearts were broken…The way we carry on.
Turn around and the time slips away.
Now she’s cryin’, I got nothin’ to say,
At least it ain’t rainin’ anymore…
It ain’t rainin’...anymore.
Drink plenty of fluids, get a good night’s sleep.
A little taste of the whisky, get some rest, and keep on keepin’ on.
Nothin’s lost, nothin’s won.
Nothin’ we can’t overcome
At least it ain’t rainin’ anymore…
It ain’t rainin’...anymore.
Boots of Spanish leather ain’t no good in nasty weather,
The rain’ still falls, the wind still rages.
Life ain’t meant to be lived in solitary cages…
Of love.
Drive away, don’t look around,
You’ll never know how close they came to takin’ you down.
Save your stories for another night.
Another moment, another step toward the light
In some other sorry little town.
At least it ain’t rainin’ anymore…
It ain’t rainin’...anymore.
Somebody’s Always Singin’ The Blues
I was lost in the moment, think’na ‘bout you.
The curse of a lifetime I can’t undo.
Out here on The Road, time moves along.
I spend my nights writin’ songs.
There’s a truth about life you can’t excuse…
Somebodys’ always singin’ the blues.
A little bit of heaven…a little bit of hell.
Deal of a lifetime. Draw some more water from the well.
Somewhere along the way I got a bad attitude.
Keep your nose in the wind.
Somebody’s always singin’ the blues.
Irrespective of your perspective…
Somebody’s always singin’ the blues.
Irregardless, no matter how near, no matter how far
Somebodys’ always singin’ the blues.
They’re countin’ on us. They know we got nothin’ left to lose.
At the end of the rainbow, where dreams come true.
The ride of a lifetime, just me and you.
There’s no method to the madness and no time to light a fuse.
Tell ‘em you’ve gone for the night.
Cause somebody’s always singin’ the blues.
The Only Dance I Know
Under the sun we strut and crow and complain about the weather.
Life ain’t nothin’ but Winter snow melting slowly in a river
It’s all right to let it go. It’s the only dance I know
Tears are little monsters, angels in disguise. Joy never eases the pain
Of all the things we witness as we come and go.
The circle of life expanding…Still and all, it ain’t nothing,
It’s the only dance I know
Yeah, I’m the nomad. No, it ain’t easy. It’s an old story always re-told.
Settle your scores with the old days. Don’t take ‘em with you when you go
Chop wood, carry water to the end game...It’s the only dance I know.
Tradin fours. Slammin doors. Tears wash clean in the rain.
Shakin in the night, till the mornin light, the snow ‘s melting again.
Move, and the way will be open. Feelings cannot be spoken.
Hearts are meant to be broken…
Down the road I’ll remember a moment on a warm Alabama afternoon.
A sweetness that goes beyond meaning. A life that fades all too soon…
I’ll carry your memory always...as long and as far as I go.
And hold it long into forever. It’s the only dance I know.
Karma’s a Bitch
One door closes. One door opens. What you said before ain’t no more …
Karma’s a bitch.
‘Fore you stand at the river, stand and deliver. Give ‘em your best sales pitch.
Karma’s a bitch.
Call it revenge for a fish you once fried.
‘Scuse me while I step inside. Don’t let the door hitcha’….
You know you got that itch. You know you got it…
Karma’s a bitch.
Goodbye Smoky Joe
Drivin’ home, must of been a quarter to four.
I’d had a few drinks. I was watchin’ the back door.
The door opened and out you came.
Beatin’ me up, callin’ me dirty names…
Cold as the kiss of death, meaner than a mother’s love.
Wear it with pride, it fits you like a glove.
I’m just a straw man in a hurricane.
Memories conflict...and I’m too old to start again.
Goodbye Smoky Joe.
Goodbye...goodbye...goodbye.
We live in the fringes between darkness and light.
Comin’ and goin’, always forward, into the night.
Cast in illusion.
Lost in confusion.
Over we go over again…
Words won’t tell ya’ nothin’ you don’t already know.
And cheap resolutions? They’re only for show.
The music won’t save you
The time slips away.
Till you’re faced with who you are, and all that crazy shit you say,
Goodbye Smoky Joe.
I Drink...Sometimes
I drink sometimes, when the days get slow.
And the Tennessee sunshine settles down low
I think about you, livin’ out there on The Dime.
In those moments when there’s nothin’...
I drink...sometimes.
I got religion back in ‘82.
I saw the end-times, and what it would do
To all the songs I’ve sung to a cheap bottle of wine.
Maybe it’s nothin’…
I drink...sometimes.
If it ain’t for you, don’t you raise that glass.
Don’t touch the bottle, let that moment pass.
Between sun and moon and all the worlds in - between.
I tell you the truth, I am what I been.
I drink sometimes, when the days go slow.
And the Tennessee sunshine settles down low
I think about you, livin’ out there on The Dime.
At the bottom where there’s nothin’...
I drink...sometimes.
End of The Line
Don’t know what I was thinking, blame it all on a twist of fate..
Wind was blowin’ down the mountain, I was runnin’ kinda’ late.
Round the bend I’ll be doin’ just fine.
Out here, at the end of the line.
It’s like drivin’ the freeway to a place I’ve never been.
Where there ain’t no heart and there ain’t no soul,
And it’s so hard gettin’ back home again.
I remember the nights you were mine.
Out here, at the end of the line.
Live your life.
Count the days.
In the end it all blows away.
Shoulda’ been a truck driver, cause I really like to go.
It cools my head, and clears my mind,
No past - only the wide open road.
Where dreams come true, lost in time.
Out here...at the end of the line.
Out here...where the sun always shines.
Here...at the end of the line.