Why are the nights So clean and bright, And the days so bleak and black? At night I feel strong and alive, But by dawn so weak and slack. Could it be That the sun's too real, Or the azure sky's too true? Perhaps the world's a bit too gray For my bloodshot eyes of blue.more

I gave up the whiskey for only a week; Made them a promise that I couldn’t keep. An old friend stopped over with bottles of rye; He toasted my health, “Here’s mud in your eye.” He twisted my arm, “oh c’mon just have one, What is the harm in a wee one and done?” He poured me another and asked me, say when; Well, one became two, then six became ten. To give up the drink, got to lose your old friends; Or they’ll drag you back down to those bad ends. We hit on the brandy and bottles of beer, Called on some lassies to add to the cheer. I fell off the wagon--now don’t start to preach; Keep your medallion and temperance speech. My week on the wagon, no day at the beach; Just leave me the bottle well within reach. more

Tomorrow is another country, A gravel highway yet unpaved. Tomorrow, a continuation Of the story that you saved. Tomorrow is a work in progress, Like a painting behind a shroud. Tomorrow is the new horizon Taking shape behind a cloud.more