Between the Righteous and the Wasted

i was born on wild mountain
when the snow lay deeper than the blues
in the midst of the darkest winter
long before the weeping willows bloom

to this day, i don't know where i'm going
to this day, i don't know where i stand
between the righteous and the wasted
in a mystery hidden from the man

far away from wild mountain
there is a house riddled with decay
where my heart, so tired of groaning
turns to stone and whittles life away

to this day, i don't know where i'm going
to this day, i don't know where i stand
between the righteous and the wasted
in a mystery hidden from the man

when i die on wild mountain
if the sun is hidden from the day
take me down to the banks of jordan
let the water carry me away

on that day, i won't know where i'm going
on that day, i won't know where i stand
between the righteous and the wasted
in a mystery hidden from the man

(i suppose that technically, weeping willows do bloom. are the blooms remarkable enough for that image to be a strong one)

Where Did That Story Go

where in the world did that story go?
where in the world did that story go?
the one i promised i would tell you
the one i promised would be true
on the day we were set free

where in the world did that story go?
where in the world did that story go?
i have searched far and wide
i have looked for the signs
i have listened for a rhyme
where did that story go?

i know it's not on the internet

i know it's not on the internet
i know it's not on tv
and it's not in my guitar

it's not in the bible
and it's not in the people i see
it's not on my computer
and it's not where it's supposed to be

sometimes i can kind of hear it in a song
sometimes i think that there was a time when you could find it

but it's not in this blog or any other that i've read
google can't find it .............................there aren't any keywords
there's no wikipedia entry on it

i'm sure that none of the twits on twitter have ever even heard of it

maybe they're right when they say it doesn't exist

maybe

it's not on the internet

its not that i hate you

its not that i hate you
i just expected so much more from your love
you lead me to this place of heartbreak for no reason that i can see

i know that you can heal my sorrow
and i know that you have failed to over and over again

and i know that only you can help me

what can i do now

i'm right here, over and over, all the time
still in this sweet sorrow
so long that its the only friend i have left

the people keep passing by

and the world won't stop
it won't stop and pick me up
and say we can't go on until
until there's daylight for me

no, i don't hate you
i never hated you
i still don't

my sadness comes from loving you
and knowing that you can comfort me
you can build the bridge from here to that unknown land
where these tears actually mean something

i'm crushed by the cruel truth that the day may come

but it didn't come today

and i still don't hate you

today is the first day of the rest of my existential crisis

today is the first day of the rest of my existential crisis