life can be

oh, the sun is so hot
a cold drink, i have not
but there's shade by the tree
and a bench just for me

oh, the night is cold and wet
my warm coat, lost in a bet
four more blocks, to the bar
come to play my guitar

life can be oh so much
then again, not enough
life can be hard to live
but it's all perspective

Mary Lou she'll be there
but you know i just don't care
and i wont look thru the gleam
see her enough in my dreams

alit

haven't posted a song in awhile...i toyed around with google image, and windows movie maker for this one...btw i was stumped, so Carmen came up with this title...enjoy



lyrics:
An old log is smoking; soon it will light
the rocks slowly melt till my drink is just right
the fire finally flickers from the bottom the log
like four funny fingers playing on an old guitar

the glowing coals stare like some strangers eyes
but the crackling percussion fills the void of the night
and the flames fight the darkness; enough to see the bottle
the room slowly warms and the cold is forgotten

the embers smolder down, to ashes and memories
and the smoke that rises up, vanishes like a dream
i never found the answer at the bottom of the bottle
but the questions were subdued and left unto tomorrow