Two Stepping in a Two Step Mine

Baby don’t ask me to dance
They’ve already played the last song
I took no chance
the way you held my gaze
the way you hold my neck
You said I was free to walk
Why’s it always rocks and pillow talk

One step forward and ten thousand miles to go
I’m not walking backwards out a backwards door
Stray dogs are determined to roam
Front porch light’s about to go out
I’m far too far from home

Gravel and shackles double time
We’re two stepping in a two step mine
Made of sand and made of fear
Settle on down, sit right here
I’d make you walk the dried out earth
to prove a point that you are used
That even the dirt was better than you
Ashes and wine
We’re two stepping in a two step mine

First one to leave

Wonder if some stars feel used from wishing
If rosaries assume the status of whores
God, tired from being bored
With them and us; dumb musings
Digging dirt and tilling earth
Spinning stories and twirling words
Staying and singing the same song
Past the end of the party
Past the end of the mourning
Mumbling, cursing about that time we prayed
Fables of hope, rain and birthday cake
Come on now, show yourself!
Bite your tongue and bow your knee
If you’re really here, why are you the first one to leave …

Tired of feeling dead

Barbed wire and iron
Un-refined and set out to line dry
Two-step on my toes and run through fire
Bone colored skin with no form
Overburdened with wet clothes, most are torn
Come on over, my dear, my devil
Blow your dirty air, blow your horn
It’s a wailing, moaning sky over head
Baby, it’s not that I hate you.
I’m just tired of feeling dead.