How do you write a song
When the cords sound wrong
Though they once sounded right and rare
When the notes are sour
Where is the power
You once had to ignite the air…

How do you leave the past behind
When it keeps finding ways to get to
Your heart
It reaches way down deep and tears
You inside out
Till your torn apart
Rent

I think they meant it
when they said you can’t buy love
now I know you can rent it
a new lease you are my love, on life.

The opposite of war isn’t peace, it’s
creation!

In diapers – report cards
in spoke wheels – in speeding tickets
in contracts – dollars
in funerals – in births

In five hundred twenty five thousand
six hundred minutes
How do you figure a last year on earth?

Don’t breathe too deep
Don’t think all day
Dive into work
Drive the other way
That drip of hurt
That pint of shame
Goes away
Just play the game

Your living in America
At the end of the millennium

Your living in America
Leave your conscience at the tone

And when your living in America
At the end of the millennium
You’re what you own.

So I own not a notion
I escape and ape content
I don’t own emotion, I rent.

 Without you
The ground thaws
The rain falls
The grass grows

Without you
The seeds root
The flowers bloom
The children play

The stars gleam
The poets dream
The eagles fly
Without you

The earth turns
The sun burns
But I die
Without you.