Lost Words

Pickin' up tips from rainy day woman.

Steppin' in time to the angst in my mind.

Makes it hard to hear

My voice

In the noise.



Takin' trips to the grocery store,

Standin' in line forevermore.



Someone light the fuse

So it will all

Blow up.



Spittin up sand in my left hand,

Souvenir's from the bitter badlands,

The ones we all roam

In our search

For true love.



Memories come like a boomerang that wants to sink its solemn fangs in.

All our past mistakes

Come rumbling

Like a herd.



Every time we feel this way like

Nothing can go right.

The fortitude we had eludes us,

Spinning out of sight.

We know tomorrow comes with all

The grace of a hot knife

But it's up to us to tie our shoes

And put on a smile