Peaches and Honey

I've been chasing this world

Not knowing

Where the sunshine is going

When it's going down

I've been chasing these dreams

Not knowing 

Always going around

A cinnamon smile 

On a rainbow 

near a dry western road

A peach tree near the garden of fables

A honey stained kiss

And a dream laid away and stowed

And the cloud sings a song

For the Angel wings she tries on

She flies on

When the picture is flawed to perfection

And no more saints to air moral objections

And his soul grows unfazed in the face of rejection 

And the rising and setting sun find connection

We will know

The cinnamon kiss

That we missed 

Peaches and honey smiles

At the end of a rainbow

And the clouds sing a song

For the wings she tries on

She flies on...

One More

There is a piece of me

That burns inside

A different face

I'd like to hide

I know can't

Because I've tried

So come along

Enjoy the ride

Gather around

Watch the show

I will explain

But you won't know

Still the same

About to blow

Mourn the flame

Where the ashes go

I will explain

You still won't know

Sidewalk narcotics

And a liquor store

You know it seems 

I've wrote this song before

For one more smile

That's still adored

A shooting smile doesn't mean

It don't hurt no more

There's a piece of me

That burns inside

A different face

I'd like to hide

I know I can't 

Because I've tried

So come along

And enjoy the ride

Me And Waylon

Flying down a highway

It's just me and Waylon

Hanging on every line

Every rhyme has me swaying

I know he's a long time gone

But I still believe every word he's saying

Riding down a highway

Just me and ol' Waylon 

Every now and then my mind slips away

Looking back to remember

My favorite two bit whore

I can't believe I ever loved her

Guess, because I don't anymore

That old lines getting longer

My bedroom's a revolving door

Still every now and then I remember

My favorite two bit whore

Big Bertha back in Beaumont

She still turns me on

Like a shotgun whiskey chaser

And a Billy Joe Shaver song

Freight trains and cocaine

And blue eyes crying in the rain

Aching with a freedom

That borders on insane

But nothing does a damn thing for me

Like Kris Kristofferson

That old phones a ringing

Everybody wants to play

I don't mind'em coming 

But everybody wanna stay

If you ain't got no cash

Then you can't afford to pay

Still I don't mind you coming

But you can't afford to stay

Flying down a highway

It's just me and Waylon

Hanging on every line

Every rhyme has me swaying

I know he's a long time gone

But I still believe every word he's saying

Riding down a highway

Just me and ol' Waylon