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Frozen Legs
Will We Make it 95?
Twice
Ode to the Drunks
Stories for Tabloids
What if it Happened?
Goodnight

Frozen Legs

I can smell the scent of fall with every fallen leaf
A rush of past memories melting back into me
Old moments from years ago under the grayest of clouds
In the darkest of rooms our lips met for the last time

I need to shed these frozen winter legs
And look ahead to brighter days

Will We Make it 95?

We took a trip to Memphis to see the Hall of Fame
A visit to the birthplace where the greatest music came
It was our first vacation back in 1933
I was loving you, and you were loving me

You wake up every morning and brew a pot of joe
I walk to grab a paper; I'm moving pretty slow
You fry the eggs and pour the milk; throw bacon in a pan
On Saturdays I wake you up with two thick cuts of ham
On Tuesdays in the afternoon to the flower shop we'll drive
You know that we'll be bearing gifts by the time that we arrive
Our dear friends Chuck and Rosemary both died at 84
They spent their lives in happiness in the town's best grocery store

How many years do you believe we can survive?
We've made it 94, but can we make it 95?

On Wednesdays at the crack of dawn you go knitting with the gals
But I pack up my tackle box for fishing with my pals
These days there are so few of us still living in this town
We're nervously awaiting for when we'll be heaven-bound

How many years do you suppose we'll be alive?
We've made it 94, but will we make it 95?

My love for you and yours for me helps us in getting by
The joy we've shared; the lives we've had will someday make our children cry

We took a train to Memphis to see the Hall of Fame
A visit to the birthplace where the greatest music came
A fitting end, our final trip; the last of life's great ride
Three months later back at home in eachother's arms we died

Twice

How could it be that I was so wrong, that now I'm only writing sad songs?

You hold the key to things we shall not be
So leave me alone tonight and find someone else to slight

No new mail or news from you
No phone call or "How do you do?"

Together we'll see the things we cannot be
So leave me alone tonight I just don't feel right

Ode to the Drunks

Stayed out drinking all day yesterday
Won't you have a drink for me? Maybe two or three?
A shot of whiskey?
Patron maybe?
But please no vodka; a beer's ok, a glass of wine

So let's go drinking a week from yesterday
I'll have a drink for you - not just one or two
Nine or ten beers; five or six shots
Bartender: more. Who cares if I'm laying on the floor?
Let's go drinking, hey hey

Stories for Tabloids

It wasn't so much a lack of perception
It's blindingly clear an act of deception
You took from me everything God thinks is pure
And left me to rot with the fish on the shore
So listen to me I've got something to say
I'm sick of your shit piling on every day
It's hard to be mean to a beautiful soul
But honey, you're worth but 12 ounces of coal

Here's my umbrella; it's starting to rain
I know you can't fathom the depth of my pain
Take my best mittens for shield from the cold
Don't let 'em all tell you someday we'll grow old

It took but a rock to slay the Goliath
A wonderful story, you think I don't buy it
You tested my patience; I gave you my heart
Instead of a thank you, you tore it apart

I'm sorry about all the mean things I've said
I think you should probably just throw me in bed
You know what they say about beer before liquor
You mix 'em together and you've never been sicker
When I wake up tomorrow I'll go to the store
A fresh pot of flowers I'll leave at your door
Attached is a card with my feelings inside
More talk for the girls in whom you confide

At the end of our fights there is no resolution
The look in your eyes calls divine retribution
You bend back my fingers; I tug at your hair
At the end of the day neither one really cares
Our friends always tell us they don't understand
How true love is found in the back of our hands
We're anxiously waiting to someday get paid
We've got a great story for which tabloids are made

What if it Happened?

27 years gone by
You spent half the time just trying to get high
What was I thinking when I said, "To be without you is like being dead."
You spent all the money on worthless things: the over-priced wine and diamond rings

Too many times I would say, "I don't mind. My baby I love you - it'll be just fine."

When I woke up this morning you weren't there
On the gray vacant pillow - strands of your hair
You packed up your things yesterday
I gave you my last $50; fill the tank on the way

Too many times I should have said, "I want you gone."
I always knew that what we had was wrong
But too many times I would say, "I don't mind. My baby I'll love you 'til the end of time."

Goodnight

It's not wrong to stay with me tonight
But it's been too long for us to call this right
So goodnight
Sleep tight
'Til morning's bright light