When I Think About Love

When I think about love, I think of you;
I think about the beauty that you do;
I think of singing birds
I think of happy words
When I think about love, I think of you.

When I think about peace, I think of you;
I think about clear skies that are blue;
I think of serenity
I think of charity
When I think about peace, I think of you.

When I think about the future, I think of you
I think about the things that we will do
I think of holding hands
I think of wedding bands
When I think about the future, I think of you

You are in my thoughts every night and day
When I go to work or I’m at play
You are in my day dreams
And through the night, it seems
You are in my thoughts every night and day

When I think about love, I think of you;
When I think about peace, I do, too
The future I see
Has you with me
When I think about love, I think of you.

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A Map on the Wall

I have a map of the world on a wall in my room and I wonder about all the places that appear;
I have stuck a pin in the places that I’ve been, but I think that it’s a sin they are so near.
I want to travel far and wide, take a train and plane ride to the places with names I cannot say;
As I travel round the world I want to befriend new boys and girls and live with their families where I stay.

I want to hike through your forests, visit cities, hear your chorus, learn to say “Hello” in every tongue;
I want to sail down your rivers, learn what deserts can deliver, go to places on the map that are far flung;
I want to learn from other cultures away from the vultures who teach us that there is just one right;
I want to experience love and pain that may not be the same and empathize with another people’s plight.

I want to hear some other stories about heroes and glories from histories in lands I do not know;
I want to listen to your music and your food, I won’t refuse it, it’s what I have to do for me to grow.
As the world I freely roam I will expand what I call home and include you as family in my heart;
I will stay just long enough to make “so long” so tough and share with you some tears as I depart.

I have a map of the world on a wall in my room and I wonder about all the places that appear;
I hope that someday you and I can both say I stuck a pin in the place that you hold dear.

Before the Alarm Goes Off

Two hours before the alarm goes off
I am wide awake in bed
I wasn’t able to sleep last night
Thinking about the things you said
I guess I never really gave much thought
To how my actions might be read
So, two hours before the alarm goes off
I lay wide awake in bed

Some of the things you said, I know
Were spoken truthfully
Some of the things I must confess
Were a complete surprise to me
I know that I am guilty of
Lacking sensitivity
But, by now you ought to know
Emotions are not worn on my sleeve

One hour before the alarm goes off
I toss and turn some more
To do better, to myself
Is a promise that I swore
I never meant to hurt you like
You say I hurt you once before
One hour before the alarm goes off
And I toss and turn some more

I’m not good at reading between the lines
So, just tell me what’s on your mind
If there are hidden messages inside your words
They are unlikely for me to find
I’m not good at solving riddles
Especially the emotional kind
So, if there is something you need me to know
Please tell me what’s on your mind

One minute before the alarm goes off
I’m going to be tired all day
Please, take that under consideration
When you hear the things I’ve got to say
The last thing that I want to occur
Is for you to walk away
One minute before the alarm goes off
I’m going to be tired all day

Her Beautifully Awful Singing

She always sang a bit way off-key,
She couldn’t hit a single note;
She mixed up words from different songs,
Some getting caught down in her throat;
She sang songs from our favorite bands
That I didn’t recognize;
When she told me the title of the song she sang
I tried to hide my amused surprise.

She sang loudest in the morning
When there was still darkness in the hour;
While preparing for her coming day
She sang in the steam from her hot shower;
I’d lie in bed and listen
To the most beautiful sound a guy could hope to hear;
I’d give everything I have today
To hear her awful voice still echoing in my ear.

She’d sing lullabies to our children
With words that never were the same;
She’d sing our anthem loud and proud
At every baseball game;
She sang while doing housework
To the music that played inside her head;
She sang her last song to me
From her oncology hospital bed.

You can have your Mariah Careys;
You can have your Celine Dions by the score;
I’d rather hear those awful melodies
Being belted out around the house once more;
It’s amazing how beautiful her songs were
When listened to with the love inside my heart;
I can’t wait to get to heaven
To hear how she tortures the angel’s harp.

The Central Washington Blues

I am hitchhiking through Kittitas County
A tree appears nowhere in my sight
The Yakima Valley lies somewhere before me
I snuck out of Ellensburg last night

They call this the Evergreen State
Though you wouldn’t know that by the Kittitas landscape
Somehow, someone made a big mistake
Across barren lands from a lost love I escape

In a college dorm a coed lies crying
My education, I will not complete
To myself and to her I was lying
Now I return to Yakima on tired feet

So, if you’re driving through Kittitas County
And see a young man with his thumb sticking out
Should you continue to drive on right by me
Just ignore those angry words I shout

Terrorist of Love

My heart has been hijacked by a terrorist of love
She undermines the goodness that your soul consists of
She separates you from your friends with promises of bliss
Then leaves before
You cross the bedroom door
Leaving a broken man like this

The brain in my head had lost full control
The ship was being piloted by parts further below
She got past my security with a flash of a little skin
I must confess
Thoughts of nakedness
Allowed the terrorist to come in

My paycheck was spent on her in less than a week
Every time she broke her promises I simply turned the other cheek
Financially ruined and still horny as hell
The terrorist fled
Leaving me for dead
With just this story to tell

My heart has been hijacked by a terrorist of love
She undermines the goodness that your soul consists of
She separates you from your friends with promises of bliss
Then leaves before
You cross the bedroom door
Leaving a broken man like this

Empty Hangers

There are empty hangers in the closet where her dresses used to hang
There are dents in the wall against which my head I did bang
There’s a pillow, unused, on the bed where she would lay
There’s a void in my heart ever since she went away

Like the air that I breathe, I didn’t know I needed her
Like the sunrise each morning I just assumed would occur
Like the food I consumed to help keep myself alive
I’m not sure that without her I will continue to survive

The smell of brewing coffee no longer sifts through the house
No longer can I watch my love unbuttoning her blouse
No longer can I taste the lips that once said she loved me
No longer will my future add to our history

There are empty hangers in the closet where her dresses used to hang
There are dents in the wall against which my head I did bang
There’s a pillow, unused, on the bed where she would lay
There’s a void in my heart ever since she went away

The lessons I have learned are too late to apply
There’s no need to ask the question – I already know the reasons why
I took her for granted and all she meant to me
Why she had to go away, is no mystery

There are empty hangers in the closet where her dresses used to hang