Written in the fall of 2010

i woke 'fore dawn when the moon barely shown in the sky
i rode on home on silent roads with my head held up high
the more that i thought about all that had been on my mind
i realized all good things die, not fade away

now i'll take my time as this road of life unfolds
lay my head on the ground 'neath some clouds
and lie in the shade
and know that life's okay

i'll read and i'll write, i'll ride my bike out in the rain
to keep my mind from running wild with those thoughts that bring me pain
and nietzsche told me that the best way to be is alone
though i'm not convinced, i'd be remiss to just say no

now i'll take my time as this road of life unfolds
lay my head on the ground 'neath some clouds
and lie in the shade
and know that life's okay
i know that life's okay
won't always get my way

He's No Crying

well i'm driving out to jersey gonna have myself a real good time
tryin to meet a fine woman who can help me leave my cares on a dime
but if she ain't a groovy gal, then i leave her behind

think i'll journey down south and try to find myself a voodoo mama
she might have a sweet voice to hear while ramblin bout her southern drama
but if she ain't a groovy gal, then i leave her behind

gotta head on out to cali, mojo risin from an l.a. woman
gotta get down in the night and maybe resurrect a celebration
but if she ain't a groovy gal, then i leave her behind
no she ain't the gal for me if she don't get high

Ain't the gal for me

life of late seems to be lacking direction
i need to loosen up my tongue
take risks and reject abject obsessions
i've got to get out and get down on the boulevard

cuz my mind's saying it's time for the road
but my heart's searching for something i can hold

go west and you find yourself a mountain
take in the wonders of the peaks
to live free you don't need, no you don't need nothing
except a heart full of unreal earnest dreams

so is your mind saying it's time for the road?
or is your heart searching for something you can hold?

(01/2010)

Life of late

adventures on the weekend, it seems
to the waterfalls or the peaks
are becoming everything that i need
i don't eat, i can't sleep
been waiting on a call
and doubting it comes
been cut off oh-so cold
i'll thaw with some sun

baking on the living room floor
with my mind affixed on the shore
the world will wait while we're wasting wine
all those wounds heal with time
if you can find a way
i think i've got mine
i've found a place of rest
to clear out my mind

finding time and holding it still
makes my mantra stir soul and thrill
to ride my focus tight on its heels
is to rectify how i feel
when unsought thoughts arise
i spoof and they split
i keep my spirit clean
i'm highly equipped

Adventures on the weekend

she spoke of sunset and sea
and it got to me
we climbed up hilltops through trees
the evergreens
and it felt so real to me

we woke up lonely and freezing
in our sheets
we took our time to retrieve
our memories
and we found out everything

on a warm summer night
i held her tight in a haze
the trembling trees and the
ocean breeze sang our names
and as the tide came ashore
we watched it roll through the sand
then we walked away hand in hand

sometimes i'd like to believe
the best of dreams
they're easier to conceive
than reality
and they always set me free

Josh Cairney