Lesson in survival
  spinning out on turns
  that gets you tough
  guru books – the bible
  only a reminder
  that you’re just not good enough
  you need to believe in something
  once I could in our love
  black road
  double yellow line
  friends and kin
  campers in the kitchen
  that’s fine sometimes
  but I know my needs
  my sweet tumbleweed
  I need more quiet times
  by a river flowing
  you and me
  deep kisses
  and the sun going down
  maybe it’s paranoia
  maybe it’s sensitivity
  your friends protect you
  scrutinize me
  I get so damn timid
  not at all the spirit
  that’s inside of me
  oh baby I can’t seem to make it
  with you socially
  there’s this reef around me
  I’m looking way out at the ocean
  love to see that green water in motion
  I’m going to get a boat
  and we can row it
  if you ever get the notion
  to be needed by me
  fresh salmon frying
  and the tide rolling in
  I went to see a friend tonight
  ‘was very late when I walked in
  my talking as it rambled
  revealed suspicious reasoning
  the visit seemed to darken him
  I came in as bright
  as a neon light
  and I burned out
  right there before him
  I told him these things
  I’m telling you now
  watched them buckle up
  in his brow
  when you dig down deep
  you lose good sleep
  and it makes you
  heavy company
  I will always love you
  hands alike
  magnet and iron
  the souls