Did you know the earth's rotation is powered by human breath?
That's why the harder you breathe the faster the day passes.
So breathe easy and enjoy life.
I like to drive east at sunset; letting the low hung sun warm the back
of my neck as music stirs up memories.
The older the thought the harder it is to hear the song.
I find myself missing more people than are active in my life;
but so is the tax on a traveling soul.
Keep nothing you don't want and be grateful you have everything
you need.
Time is always trying to catch up to me, but that is just a sign to move on.
Leave all memories good before they begin to rot and stink forever.
I always wanted to play the harmonica but never wanted to give any time to learn.
Thats always been my trouble. To careful with my time;
can't waste it;
can't waste enough sometimes.
Clouds cover blue skies like vacant stares disguise deep thoughts.
I often hope my path includes many circles,
and it may but they loop gigantic like my first roller coaster ride.
Never knowing when life will bring me back around to the folks I miss most today
and rarely think of the next.
Tires just keep wearing thin as I push in this pedal waiting my next road stop.
Charming hillbilly store clerks out of a snaggle tooth smile.
As beautiful as they are I must move on.
Someone new is waiting for me up the road
and I don't want to miss the one I haven't had a chance to miss already
That's why the harder you breathe the faster the day passes.
So breathe easy and enjoy life.
I like to drive east at sunset; letting the low hung sun warm the back
of my neck as music stirs up memories.
The older the thought the harder it is to hear the song.
I find myself missing more people than are active in my life;
but so is the tax on a traveling soul.
Keep nothing you don't want and be grateful you have everything
you need.
Time is always trying to catch up to me, but that is just a sign to move on.
Leave all memories good before they begin to rot and stink forever.
I always wanted to play the harmonica but never wanted to give any time to learn.
Thats always been my trouble. To careful with my time;
can't waste it;
can't waste enough sometimes.
Clouds cover blue skies like vacant stares disguise deep thoughts.
I often hope my path includes many circles,
and it may but they loop gigantic like my first roller coaster ride.
Never knowing when life will bring me back around to the folks I miss most today
and rarely think of the next.
Tires just keep wearing thin as I push in this pedal waiting my next road stop.
Charming hillbilly store clerks out of a snaggle tooth smile.
As beautiful as they are I must move on.
Someone new is waiting for me up the road
and I don't want to miss the one I haven't had a chance to miss already
Is this really true?!