truth is...

every time I tell someone how I feel the result is something like opening an umbrella in the front seat of a car on the turnpike.

new song

Anyway,

I got no home work

got no credits

got no diploma

but I'm still learning anyway

I got no real job

got no interviews

got no 9 to 5

but I'll make it work anyway

I got no bootstraps

got no hand up

got no leverage

but I'm gonna make it anyway

I'm gonna make it anyway

I'm gonna make it anyway

I'm gonna make it anyway

I got no runway

got no chopper

got no airplane

but I'm still flying anyway

I got no mustang

got no cadillac

got no hum-vee

got no gas money anyway

I got no dirt bike

got no skateboard

got no ten speed

but I'll still get there anyway

I'll still get there anyway

I'll still get there anyway

I'll still get there anyway

I got no girlfriend

got no prospects

got no blind dates

but I'm still smiling anyway

I got no promise

got no evidence

got no love song

but I think you want me anyway

I got no smooth move

got no pimp game

only got the truth

that I'm gonna love you anyway

I'm gonna love you anyway

I'm gonna love you anyway

I'm gonna love you anyway

For Natasha

Of course it was you
Only you who are strong enough to even be loved by me
    To take the brunt of my love
It seems so simple a fact that you could walk into
the desolate land of my soul and carve out a paradise
of your own design

Of course it was you--fearless you, who has conquered
so many frontiers
Who will walk into any wilderness armed only with her grace
and join into harmony with the surrounding lands so fully
that in times to come science will swear you evolved there

Of course it was you that tamed my animal nature,
     led on by the promise of sustenance and nurtured though
the most painful growing pains.
You are shepherd in my heart's meadow; my feelings gather
unto you for protection from the world and its storms

Of course it is you that guides me through the trails
and the darkest nights. You, the attraction of the axis itself
always showing me the way.
My compass, my sextant, my brightest star. Of course it was you.
And I'm glad it was you, of course.



4.18.08
manic