A broken day 
no way 
to have a say 
or make my stand 

I’m at your door 
a crumpled whore 
pour myself in your hands 

I get the feeling
you’re getting nervous 
that time I touched your arm 
Just a passing spark of my passion 
made it clear the game is on 

Last night I heard a beautiful
poem about love 
a cowboy to his woman
the one he called his home 
Every breath she took
seemed to bring his soul to life 
And everything he did
he did for his wife 

Wandering around
this heartless town 
restless and aching to write 
a letter to you all about you 
to say that I love you 
but it’s too soon to tell 

I’m sitting in my bedroom
staring at the dark 
The dog woke me up again
five a.m. sharp 
So I dug out a pencil
to write you some words 
while I waited
for the sun to come 

By the side
of the Ventura Freeway 
a warehouse
in a blaze of orange fire 
reminded me of you 
reminded me of you 

La la la la la la la la  La la la la 
La la la la la la la la  La la la la 

Absolute 
You called me absolute 
I swallowed my refute 
You’re so damned astute 
What will you do now that you
have caught a glimpse of me? 
Will you stay
or will you need convincing? 

They say you don’t know
what choice you will make 
‘till the day you’re staring
your life in the face 
Then you’ll know
what sort of caliber you shoot 
and which direction
and what targets you’ll choose 

Looked out this morning
the sky was falling down
the ice was forming in mid-air
crashing like bones
breaking when they meet with
unforgiving ground