I Run

I run

Burning bridges as I go

Never letting friendships grow

The only way I stay safe

Is to keep moving from place to place

Can’t afford any mistake

My jobs pay under-the-table; no one sees

I sleep fortressed with many keys

I keep my eyes cast down

So people only see my frown

And if someone starts asking why

It’s time again to say good-bye

So I deal under the radar

To buy a forgettable car

And I run

Toward the setting sun

Across my lap I hold a gun

Because someone caught my trail

And I feel them on my tail

I won’t go down without a fight

So when the sun slips out of sight

I shut off every light

And my black car melds into the night

And I run

Before they turn the spotlights on

I’m already gone

And I’m just another mystery

It’s the only way that I stay free

Another town where I‘m unknown

Another place that’s not a home

I run

Burning bridges as I go

Never letting friendships grow

The only way I stay safe

Is to keep moving from place to place

Can’t afford any mistake

I run

Any Which Way

Backwards, forwards, any which way

Why is this day not yesterday

When the axe’s chop remained infrequent?

When things were clear and good and innocent

Innocence is but a breath that’s gone

In every situation knowledge and experience won

Is innocence truly the opposite of guilt?

Action is how legends are often built

Inaction shares as much blame as purpose does

Two tributaries joining in the flood

One trickles pretending not to see

While the other flows maliciously

Both thinking solely of their own gain

Disregarding someone else's pain

One mute, unhelpful to a neighbor’s plight

One loudly bragging that he had the right

When charges are thrown into their face

The bully lies to obscure and build his case

The coward lies to himself and his own heart

Neither stepping up when called to account

Just Fine

Sometimes words and music bend my mind

With meanings obscured and undefined

Bypassing thought and consciousness

Blending into the universe’s sweet morass

I tried to find the thread and pull it free

But perhaps I pulled a line not meant for me

Like an artery filled and flowing red

I pulled too tight until it snapped and bled

I searched for another and found a vein

Pulsing with the aching blue of untold pain

I tried to let it fall and leave it where it lay

But my sticky fingers hooked would not give way

Its beating path led me to your door

Where you lie prone and naked on the floor

I fell to my knees to see if you still lived

Your soul journeyed while your body grieved

Either my ministrations or simply fate

Brought you back before it was too late

Spirit returned-- your eyes burned into mine

And somehow I knew we would be just fine