Hope You Come Someday

I sit here alone
but
I smile seeing folks pass by
I sit here I'm wonderin'
bout
where and why
I'm a man
you're a woman
do I have to push
more towards your side


To many love songs
are all about misery
To many love songs
are all about misery
I sit here alone
wonderin'
how it shall be


This town has it's patterns
but more important this town's
got a soul
Out in the country
it's golden gifts are growin'
I sit here
just holding my guitar
and playing this blues song


A wind is blowing

I can feel it coming down this street

A beat is going

to get people together in ways so sweet

The blues

as always

is breathing life removing the cold, dead breeze

 

Sometimes I almost give up

and 

I start to cry

Deep inside of knowing

the blues 

always holds me warm it's right by my side

Wherever death will lead us

What ever happens when the blooming starts falling

Sweet, sweet wind

so sweet

so colorful and bright

I confess my troubles

in a feeling like an endless night

The truest of colors

helps my soul's shine
to again turn bright