Summer Tracks

run through tall grass
off the path
holes in my shoes, rips in my jeans
i'm searching for you, come alive
the sunlight stunning in the air
i've seen your smile, but it's been a year.

do you remember the rope swing?
and how we talked in the trees
cursing our parents cause we didnt know
fighting our friends for something to show
never thinking we could really leave
dreaming of neverland and stormy seas

meet me at the tracks
to rant and run and yell at the world
cry at the memories, laugh at the devil
breaking sticks and promises
throwing down what we couldn't carry
we're not much older really
you always make me smile
like kids in the quicksand
climbing cliffs with cigars and guns
praying for adventure (we knew it would come)

meet me at the tracks
trace the rusted steel
walk the line between fake and real
waiting for trains and transcendence
running from anyone, jumping the fences
tell me your stories and crazy dreams
i told you we'll fix the breaking seams

i tell you you're a poet and you tell me i'm a pirate,
and you love me anyways.

in the end we decided:
shoes are unnecessary 
mountains are in our wake
oceans are in our reach 
dreams are the road we take 

Seven seas

your silent sails sent me spinning
choking compass just beginning
create some plan, some road, some rope
to pull me out and send me home
i don't remember falling
just the softest earth below
i'm wishing in the dryest well
i'm digging for the gold.

i heard the daylight calling
i felt the tide, i swear
the broken only break things
so i will meet you there

i felt the deck beneath me
and the chains are a just a feeling
and the pain is always fleeting
so my sea legs carry on

kidnapped or runaway,
captain or stowaway?
is there a difference?

Seven seas and summer days, i am a slave to this
7 deadly sins, and on the Seventh day we rest.

Pirate

I was born a scoundrel

I sailed a different sea

Hook stood beside me always 

to catch my every dream 

you don't want to know me 

you cannot see the deep

I climb the highest clouds

but can't forget the misery 

the door swung wide to come for me 

the anchor sunk below 

the bloodline bought the bounty 

and I'm crying as it crows 

Peter walked on water 

to take hold of the truth

Peter went to never land

to hold onto his youth

I was born a dreamer 

I painted silver ships

I sat upon the seashore

with gleaming fingertips

find me at the bottle

forgetting all the pain 

find me at the river

remembering my name

Boomerang

late nights, old stories, new names 

you told me I've changed

and we barely slept. 

early morning i feel the pain

and we pack a few things 

like sweaters and boots and dangerous ideas

on the open highway, looking for mountains (and meaning)

yes we're half crazy

 but it's good to know 

that you want me safe

and you notice when I'm gone.

sad smile, hug me tightly

and tell me I don't have to call

and I wonder why I held your hand

chase me down

my heart is a boomerang 

try and catch it 

 but i know no one can.