The Depot

You said you had to get out
You had to go right now
So I followed you downtown
To the depot
Where a one-way was enough
It was enough for where we’d go
And we’ll know we’ve arrived
When we get there
Where we always have enough
Where our life is never rough
And the sun is always shining
Through the rain clouds
We could live just how we want
Without any consultation
If we only could get down
To the depot
Where we’ll bravely board the boxcar
Show a stub, light a cigar
And dream of what we’ll do
When we get there
To live out our lives in the sun
On a patio recliner
And see the silver liner
Through the rain clouds
You said you had to go
You had to get out right now
So I followed you down town
To the depot
Where our one-way was enough
To get us where we wanted
And we spent the day dreaming
Until we got there

Rain Drops and Heartbeats

Rain drops broke the sound of silence
Upon a roof they fall
In an outdoor room
The beginning of a season starting
With a sunny day in April
She was like the spring
He was glad to be around

Through her touch he felt her soul
And his heart did skip a beat
Her lungs did hold a breath
To breathe with his

Through his eyes she felt composed
And her lungs did skip a breath
His heart did hold a beat
To beat with hers

Heartbeats broke the sound of silence
Upon mattresses they lay
In an outdoor room
The beginning of their life together
With a promise made in April
She was the only thing
He was glad to be around

The Marksman (I Call it Aim)

The sugar and spice they speak of
She embodies the batter
A girl with a recipe for destruction
And a coy smile, shot with precision,
Suggesting every bad decision you could make
She can eat you alive
Or squeeze you to death
Either way she’s pleased
Chances are you are, too
As she shoots that coy smile
Flashes a glimmer of a wink
And turns back to her drink
Some people might call it a hustle
She’d just call it a game
But I call it a different name
I call it aim
She shoots to kill
She’s deadly on her draw
Just like in a Western
She’s the quick, you’re the dead
She can eat you alive
With a suggestive coy smile
Some people might call it a hustle
She’d just call it a game
But I call it a different name
I call it aim