Dennis S. Martin's Blog, page 59

Can’t Stay Away

Can’tstay away,

Thoughpeople tell me you’ll just break my heart.

Icome back anyway.

Ifeel so lost alone when we’re apart.

Ican’t feel.

Ican’t sleep.

Youare constant on my mind.

SoI wait patiently

Lookingfor some special sign.

Justas long as there’s hope

Deepdown in my heart

Ijust can’t stay away.

 

Ithought forevermore was just a game

Playedby simple fools with nothing left to lose,

Butnow nothing seems to be the same.

Myworld has changed so much since I met you.

 

What’scome over me?

Iused to be so cavalier when it came to love,

Playthe field and never fear about breaking up.

Thenwe met

AndI fell,

Andit never was the same.

Iget weak,

Can’tresist

Atthe mention of your name,

AndI know it’s no use,

Icome back because

Ijust can’t stay away.

 

Color Me Gone

Life isfilled with colors of bright red and green.

Youwere the brightest that I’d ever seen.

Butcolors have faded since you did me wrong,

So,you can just color me gone.

 

Colorme gone.

Deephues all faded to gray,

Fallinglike shadows at the end of the day.

Lostin the words of a sad country song,

Acanvas of color me gone.

 

Sunrisewas colored with twelve shades of red,

Apallet of passion that danced through my head.

Idon’t know if you meant to string me along,

Butnow you can color me gone.

 

Colorme gone.

Deephues all faded to gray,

Fallinglike shadows at the end of the day.

Lostin the words of a sad country song,

Acanvas of color me gone.

 

Theremay be someone who’ll fall for your lies,

Whowon’t see the green in your jealous eyes.

ButI’ll be much better off here on my own,

Soyou can just color me gone.

 

Colorme gone.

Deephues all faded to gray,

Fallinglike shadows at the end of the day.

Lostin the words of a sad country song,

Acanvas of color me gone.

 

Breaking Away

Trappedin a cycle of heartache and tears,

Cautionedby voices that no one else hears,

Temptedto leave, but longing to stay.

AmI better off breaking away?

 

Breakingaway from the sorrow,

Intothe light,

Abrand new direction to make it all right.

Findingthe freedom to face a new day.

Itall starts with breaking away.

 

Mostfolks don’t notice the rut that they’re in.

Theytravel in circles, no chance to win.

Theynever consider the price that they pay

Forthe freedom of breaking away.

 

Breakingaway from the sorrow,

Intothe light,

Abrand new direction to make it all right.

Findingthe freedom to face a new day.

Itall starts with breaking away.

 

Ihope you’ll be happy, know you’ll be fine

WhenI’m not around to play on your mind.

ButI have to shake all these dark shades of gray.

That’swhy I’m breaking away.

 

Breakingaway from the sorrow,

Intothe light,

Abrand new direction to make it all right.

Findingthe freedom to face a new day.

Itall starts with breaking away.

 

Maybe You’re Right

Yousay there’s a reason,

Asimple change of season,

Foreverything that happens in our lives.

Nosuch thing as simple chance,

It’sall determined in advance

Andwe can see the truth if hope survives.

 

ButI find it hard to understand

Thatwe’re just playing out our hand,

Andthere’s no way for us to win the fight.

So,I just keep it in my head,

Themillion things you might have said.

Youmay be wrong, but then, maybe you’re right.

 

Youknow I’ve been a player,

Ayes-man and naysayer,

Witnessedevery kindness known to man.

Knownthe hurt of leaving,

Feltthe pain of grieving.

Hardto think that it’s all in His plan.

 

Butyou keep saying you believe

Thateverything is pre-conceived,

Thestory written down in black and white.

Youbelieve it’s all foretold, but

Ikeep longing for control.

Youmay be wrong, but then, maybe you’re right.

 

Ifthere are choices to be made,

Youknow I’ll face them unafraid.

Iwon’t hesitate to stand and fight.

Thosewords that echo in my ear

Willhelp to chase away the fear,

Knowingthat you may be wrong,

Butthen,

Maybeyou’re right.

 

Don’t Wait Up

Don’twait up. I’ll be home late.

I’mgoing out tonight.

Don’tyou worry, I’ll be fine.

I’mgoing where the lights are bright.

Dancing,singing off the wall,

Hangingout until last call,

Laughingtil it hurts, so, don’t wait up.

 

I’vebeen working these poor bones

Tilpast the setting sun.

Can’tdeny I’m overdue to go out for a little fun.

I’dask you to come along

Butyou’d think it’s corrupt, so

I’llsay goodnight and tell you, “Don’t wait up.”

It’sjust a little honky-tonk

Wherefriends all gather round

Tolaugh and have a drink or three

Whereno one tries to put you down.

I’llbe drinking kindness from

Anever-empty cup until

Theyturn the lights out, so don’t wait up.

 

Don’twait up. I’ll be home late.

I’mgoing out tonight.

Don’tyou worry, I’ll be fine.

I’mgoing where the lights are bright.

Dancing,singing off the wall,

Hangingout until last call,

Laughingtil it hurts, so, don’t wait up.

The Portrait

Therewas a portrait

Used to hang right here,

A prominent placeon the wall,

Ofan old man

          His face weathered with years,

                    His dark eyes saying it all.

Iremember the way

          His eyes seemed to follow

                    As I solemnly walked pasthis gaze.

Itwas like he was there

          To watch over me

                    And protect me the rest ofmy days.

 

Thisold house is coming down.

Theysay it’s not safe.

Iguess that it’s probably true.

There’sno one around,

Noone left to remember

Whenit was all shiny and new.

Buta house is just walls,

Aroof and a floor

Whereyou can come in from the cold.

It’sthe people who live inside her portrait

Whoare worth more than silver and gold.

 

AndI think of that portrait

          Where it hangs today

                    Of my guardian angel withwings.

Andit fills me with hope

          And joy beyond measure until

          My heart fairly sings

Withthe peace of mind that portrait brings.

 

Wishful Thinking

Turmoilin the Middle-East,

Vainattempts to tame the beast,

Lookslike this could go on for a while.

Violencerunning in the streets

Makesyou cautious when you meet a stranger;

Putsyou in denial.

WhenI think of how it used to be

Thefeelings all come back to me

Tocomfort me just like a long-lost friend,

Butthat restful feeling starts to sink

AndI guess it’s wishful thinking

ButI wish that we could be that way again.

 

Oh,Lord, take me by the hand. You know

There’snot much I demand.

AllI want is a little peace of mind.

Andno, I ain’t been drinking,

Justa little wishful thinking

Anda prayer to leave my troubles all behind.

 

Ithink about the innocents trapped behind coincidence,

Victimsof the times in which they live.

Andthose who have more than they need,

Whocheat and hide behind their greed

Whenthey’re the ones who have so much to give.

Why,dear Lord, won’t they relent,

Benda little and repent,

Giveup some of their ill-gotten gain.

Iguess it’s just a fantasy

Howthese thoughts seem to come to me

Andflood my mind like some torrential rain.

 

Oh,Lord, take me by the hand. You know

There’snot much I demand.

AllI want is a little peace of mind.

Andno, I ain’t been drinking,

Justa little wishful thinking

Anda prayer to leave my troubles all behind.

Going Back to Oz

Ithought that all those little people

Reallydid exist; the ones who cared

Tohelp along the way. .

AndI thought I had some close friends to

Stickby through thick and thin.

NowI’m left with just one thing to say.

 

I’mgoing back to Oz,

Ifonly in my mind;

Asimple place where my poor heart

Won’tget left behind. I’ll take

Thatwinding road to happiness

WhereI can freely roam

Towhere the answer waits

Tofind my way back home.

 

Ifonly I had half a brain

Ora heart made out of tin,

I’dmaybe find the courage

Toface the world again.

IfI can find the magic

Thatlies deep inside of me,
Then maybe I can make my dreams

Becomereality.

 

So,I’m going back to Oz,

Ifonly in my mind;

Asimple place where my poor heart

Won’tget left behind. I’ll take

Thatwinding road to happiness

WhereI can freely roam

Towhere the answer waits

Tofind my way back home.

 

A Fool Like Me

Afool like me is always hanging ‘round.

Afool like me

Isused to scraping his heart off the ground.

Ispend my life

Justwaiting for your tender company,

Butyou would never think to love a fool like me.

 

Itried so hard to fit in with your friends,

Toplay their game

Ofbroken hearts where no one ever wins.

Butthey just laughed

Andset me up in their sad company.

Theirworld had no room for

Asimple fool like me.

 

Afool like me is always hanging ‘round.

Afool like me

Isused to scraping his heart off the ground.

Ispend my life

Justwaiting for your tender company,

Butyou would never think to love a fool like me.

 

Ican’t give up.

Thestakes are way too high.

Youfill my soul

Withfeelings that my poor heart can’t deny.

I’lltake my chances

You’llcome around and someday you will see

Thatyou can finally learn to love

Afool like me.

 

Afool like me is always hanging ‘round.

Afool like me

Isused to scraping his heart off the ground.

Ispend my life

Justwaiting for your tender company,

Andhoping someday you can love a fool like me.

 

Lessons

Idon’t know why I listened to

Thatvoice inside my head.

Itkept telling me to take a chance on you.

It’sa lesson that I learned too late

Tohelp avoid the pain

Andwinding up a broken-hearted fool.

 

Thereare lessons to be learned,

Bridgesto be burned,

Keysto turn to open every door.

Butsomething in my mind, leaving logic far behind,

Alwayskeeps me coming back for more.

 

Yousaid it was over,

You’dfound somebody new,

Likeyou did a dozen times before.

Butwhen it didn’t work out,

Andthat one ended, too,

Youcame running back to me and asked for more.

 

Thereare lessons to be learned,

Bridgesto be burned,

Keysto turn to open every door.

Butsomething in my mind, leaving logic far behind,

Alwayskeeps me coming back for more.

 

Theremust be some limit to

Whatone poor heart can take and somehow pick itself up off the ground.

SomedayI may find it and

Youshouldn’t be surprised.

You’lllook for me and I won’t be around.

 

Thereare lessons to be learned,

Bridgesto be burned,

Keysto turn to open every door.

Butsomething in my mind, leaving logic far behind,

Alwayskeeps me coming back for more.