Sugar Snow

I've got a big ol' dream in my head
And I want you to step right in
We could live in Technicolor
Breathe fire into the fervor
I promise to make you laugh
To lay butterflies upon your lap
I've got a hand without callous
And an acrobat's balance

If you think I'm like the rest
You'll have to guard what's in your chest
Let me put your mind at ease
Like the fig leaf sheltered Eve
From the rain, the cold and wind
No serpents will get under your skin
I'll be the Dutch boy to your dam
The shepherd to your lamb

Where the road ends for others
We'll tie our horses together
Ride straight through the shadows
Crushed velvet for our saddles
And when they say that we won't last
We'll tie their tongues high on our mast
And leave them on the shore
Venir à cet amour

Natalie Maines

I'm gonna sing a song with Natalie Maines
A Taylor guitar slung across my chest
With diamonds drifting down from yellow lights
A rosary around my neck
She's gonna grin at me from stage right
With glitter in her eyes
I'll smile back with a wink and a nod
Look up and thank heaven that I'm alive

I'm gonna sip coffee with James Dean
A New York cafe around 1953
With rain accenting our insomniac laughter
Cigarette ashes on his knee
We're gonna eat cherry pie and ice cream
Til the sun kisses the Brooklyn Bridge
He'll take his fingers, run them through his hair
Reach for my hand and raise it to his kiss

I'm gonna watch 'Shrek' with Neve Campbell
Butter soaked popcorn and a tall glass of milk
With fireflies drifting all around us
A blanket of red chenille
And we will laugh like the Euphrates flows
Strong with crests sweet as tangerines
She'll hand me a tissue to clear my giddy eyes
With a smile that suggests it's all just a dream

But I'm gonna sing a song with Natalie Maines
A Taylor guitar slung across my chest
With diamonds drifting down from yellow lights
A rosary around my neck

And On The 7th Day

Woke up on Sunday morning
To the sound of stars falling from the sky
Where I once wiped the sleep away
A sulfur now coats my eyes
Sunday morning birds are meant to sing
And butterflies are meant to soar
Children are given to laughter
And lovers are given to adore
Strangers smile at you on the street
Old friends call on the phone
Mimosas and Bloody Marys
King sized beds for weary bones
Sunday morning was not meant for this
For tear stained cheeks and inflamed, red eyes
Not given to moaning mothers
Not given to widowed wives
Where children ask for phones in heaven
And police pull into the drive
Sunday morning fails on it's promise
Sunday morning never arrives

My Brother's Whiskey #2

My brother's whiskey
Sit here and have a glass
Maybe you'll see his smile
Maybe you'll hear his laugh
His eyes will meet with yours
Like they did on autumn nights
He'll lay his hand on your shoulder
Then he'll drift back into the light
Whenever I can't find him
I bring this bottle down
And like the moon to the twilight
He always comes around
He dances through my memory
With boots of chestnut leather
He clinks his glass with mine
And recites a toast learned in the ether
We sing our songs again
His voice is sweeter than I recall
Like the waves on the ocean
A hypnotic rise and graceful fall
And just when I think I sense his breath
He disappears into the mist
But though I can't feel it
He leaves me with a whiskey laced kiss

My Brother's Whiskey #1

My brother's whiskey
Colored like caramel gold
He prayed the Lord his soul to keep
Then he walked down stairs of oak
Where he left off his breath
I will pick up his soul
Where he said that he was weary
I reply that I want some more
Where once my liver revolted
His passion has touched my tongue
As if he looked down from a cloud
"We'll be together in sweet bourbon"
So I sip my brother's whiskey
And I finish bottles he can never taste
Where he left off in surrender
I will pick up the chase