dennis O'Toole

tears tattooed on her once pretty face... a broken heart worn on her sleeve

she's a prisoner of her sex and race... she sees no reason to believe

that she will ever leave this place; or that things will ever…

came home from 'his' war...

with one leg, and that guitar...

a few sad songs he'd sing in Spanish;

and not a whole lot more...

he never turned his back on his country; 

not even when his country turned it's…

David strode out to meet Goliath... he took seven smooth stones

he put that giant's ass in a sling; and he did it on his own

he did not go empty handed, t pick that particular bone

(you've got to…

babe, I love you, many reasons why...

'deed I do... 'till the day that I die

the environment may be fit to choke...

the whole damn globe may go up in smoke...

but, babe, I love you... I will be…

coyotes call ... down in the coulee

sunset gilds the mountains ghostly gold

that old owl... he's hooting to me

the first star is afire ... as the night unfolds

shadows creep 'cross the valley floor

night winds, they are…

some folks surely lead dull and desperate lives

trapped in the roles of husbands and wives

when living together becomes just playing their parts

so far removed from desire and their hearts

but darlin', I need you so much... every…

the mirror don't show your best face

morning finds you feeling ill

the cocaine leaves you restless

with too much time to kill

your young years slipping away on the wing

leaving nothing much to show

trying to catch the…

are you feelin' cornered? ...triangles... are vicious circles

and talk will tangle up the truth...

 it comes back to me and you...

...

we're only human... we make mistakes

it takes a heart more time…

did I hear you right? ...when you spoke?

was it said in spite...or as some sort of joke?

it's an eye for an eye... once bitten, twice shy...

three kinds of fool...

...

tell me…

you stare into the stars... looking for a sign...

in Jupiter and Mars... (Venus, throw my life a line!...)...

I've been a wanderer, I've learned some from what I've seen...

still, I'll pay the fortune teller... to…

my darlin' hangs her head in sorrow... leaving me to guess

that some things must be said in silence... noo anger can express

and I'm caught one more time... trapped in my own lines...

torn between loving…

well, it's true... and not just 'hearsay';

no, death don't have no mercy...

not in this, or any other land...

I'll tell you this, and you may as well believe it;

llie just is what it…