peakin through the curtains

with my umpteen cup of coffee,

let me know

of stories of livin n learnin

while i’ve still got time

between workin n reworkin

in the peace n quiet.

seems like that bottle of wine

chillin under a pennsylvania moon so bright

is believin in brown eyes

in all the pretty nouns,

leavin me watchin ya

in movin rhythmic renaissance eyes,

cause it’s gettin kinda late girl

to count my country blessings.

though i’m leavin the light on

tryin to learn your everyday lessons

in rain or shine

to an away we go,

turnin its back

hurtin in whiskey

till this ride

shines down the feel good side

of that forever

all in us tuckin in the lovin road.

he’s got a beat up cavalier,

but his breath tells a different story.

in that rearview mirror,

it’s kickin up dusty trails

from a life

barely hangin on.

crankin up a tune

with a banjo tasting country,

leavin his fingers

wantin to fingerpick

the way it was with the moon

chasin a gust of wind

over towering hills,

leavin that get lonesome

wish to be stop it feelin

on this ole dirt road

the moment i gotta different kind of high

that couldn’t come apart till the mornins

gettin great way beyond

three carot peddlin dream,

cause that aint what it’s about,

unless its gettin warmer into her believin

i’m playin the right ball

in her league

from some down home

cuttin a trail kinda country boy

playin the words

to keep her feelin it’s all about her spotlight

on this lazy through the fields

in her summertime sexy in a light breeze.

there is a poetry workshop

going on behind closed doors

listenin to the lyrics

just to see your face.

though the walls felt like caving in

and i thought I wasn’t going to last,

there’s gotta be a way

to end this free fallin feel like nothin

summer time drunk song.

but like sunshine

drips in a little river shine,

i’d spend it hearing my name

for the very first time.

i’m in way too deep

surrendering into the completely

forever changed couldn’t let go

when ya wrapped me around

your every day

in every little thing ya do

in the gig that matters

wrappin me around your finger

with this workin tender heart deserter.

sailin across the sea

from the old world

tangled in no where to be

to a new world

hittin the land

with pilgrim eyes,

believin in there’s a chance

settlin in for that country sunset.

cause this heart

back in the old world,

was like a rust belt shuttin down

in some pencil vania town.

nothing like a little you

blowin in the very chance i get,

cause to pour it on too fast

without a slow country sound

is what thinkin into what she’s thinkin

has me leanin on her ledge,

while she’s lookin pretty

in the moves,

like a college major

spendin time reapplyin

love to run through her fingers,

cause she knows a man

can whisper soft farm town lines

into what she likes,

leavin attention getting signs.

cause writing these lyrics

in through your windows breeze,

is a helluva lot better,

when the candles upstairs

begin to burn

with your sweet tea

runnin through my fingers

till i almost cried

into believin in your new world.

my heart over time,

drifted wide to be carried by you,

liftin my eyes

twice as high as myself,

till i drifted

to a place putting me on the map.

cause honestly somethin steady,

somethin good,

without the trust,

can leave nicotine

blowin smoke in the lines.

cause talkin hip hoppin

kind of trash

can get anyone too far off the map.

here i’m sending signals,

lookin deep within myself.

her roads smooth

in the linings of her heart

down this sunset country road

into hitchin is to believin,

can bring anyone across the hills

draggin happiness as wide

over county lines and marker signs

to be lost in each other no matter where we go.