Midway Blues – January 7, 2016

Americana’s gone
I’m too old and time’s moved on
Where are the heroes now?

We’re all alone here at the age
when age becomes a thing to hide, a hidden rage
the dying of light that once shone high
inside our souls, now just a spark
that’s growing old

I dreamed a novel that I wrote
I published it and then I woke
to find it ripped up and divided
like a house of divorced minds
so undecided I revoked my sense of time

Is 40 years a mile or less
Do I still have a chance to dream
Or am I just a mess
everything I’ll ever be
And is it fine to just recline inside the world
I’ve made for me?

Or should I rise and leave the couch
Let a spark open my mouth
and say my piece, no chance for grief
about the things I’ll leave for dead
old lives turned past like pages read

My teeth are sore and now my head
I’m tired and I’ll go to bed
Half done or more it’s still unsaid
but I dream I’m not done yet

Tomorrow Will Be Roses

I’ll feel better tomorrow
I’ll feel better tomorrow
Tomorrow will be roses
Tomorrow will be roses
There’s nothing left of sorrow
Tomorrow I will know this

Things are getting better now
The sun is coming up after
the dawn has streaked the sky with clouds
and shed painted rainbow tears
of God

Sparkling crystal falls like rain
And shatters on our beauteous land
Snow that hides a deadly pain
Feel it once, you’ll feel it again

But tomorrow will be better
I’ll feel better tomorrow
Tomorrow will be roses
There’s nothing left of sorrow

I feel roses going under
Every petal ripped asunder
Nothing left for them to plunder
My thoughts drowned out in battle thunder

But tomorrow will be better
I’ll feel better tomorrow
Yes, tomorrow will be roses
There’s nothing left of sorrow

Things are getting better now
The sun is coming up after
the dawn has streaked the sky with clouds
and shed painted rainbow tears
of God

He’s crying out in agony
Desperate quest to become free
and purge his mind of sanity
Throw himself into the sea

but tomorrow will be better
Yes, tomorrow will be better
Tomorrow will be roses
Yes, tomorrow will be roses
There’s nothing left of sorrow
Tomorrow I will know this
Tomorrow will be better
Yes, tomorrow will be better
I’ll feel better tomorrow
Yes, tomorrow will be better
and better, and better
than ever
Yeah
even better…