A Last Time For Everything

Last Time

There’s a last time for everything
But we don’t know just when

The day comes when we do a thing
We will not do again

We’ll eat somewhere that will not be
Around in times ahead

A person’s face one day we’ll see
The next, they might be dead

The last time at a family meal
The last at Mother’s Day

The last time that we ever feel
A certain special way

We know it’s true, and yet we won’t
Prepare against the blast

We just live blithely, for we don’t
Live each day as our last

Lullabies

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Music’s first purpose? To put us to sleep.
To soothe us when our minds are aching;
To find a soft place where our mind can find peace,
To calm a poor heart that his breaking.

Now music can do many things, it is true:
Entice us or move us with passion.
But music that helps us to rest and feel loved
Will not ever go out of fashion.

Highway 29

Highway 29

He packed his bag this morning
And left before the sun
He wanted to escape it all
He just wanted to run

He set out for a new life
Somewhere down the line
To find the past he’d never had
Out on Highway 29

The dew was on the new grass
And fog was in the air
The sun was hidden by the haze
He didn’t see it there

When he arrived at Brewton
The sun began to shine
He smelled the sweet, free air he found
Out on Highway 29

Do you know
When it’s time to go?
Do you hear
When the road is calling?
Does your life
Ever come in slow?
Or are you falling,
Always falling?

When he hit Andalusia
He stopped in for a drink
He had no destination
He just had time to think

The life that he had fumbled
He had left far behind
And now he faced a new day
Out on Highway 29

Do you know
When it’s time to go?
Do you hear
When the road is calling?
Does your life
Ever come in slow?
Or are you falling,
Always falling?

And somewhere about Hartwell
He found himself a plan
He knew he couldn’t change the past
Or where it all began

You set your destination
And hope your stars align
If not? There’s still a place for you
Out on Highway 29

Unanswerable Questions

Colt and Portia

Does value have meaning? Significance, purpose?
Is life just a poorly-run, foul-smelling circus?

Are all of us doomed to be what we appear?
Is there more to life than Doritos and beer?

Is French the one language we’re all meant to speak?
Does no spinach make you an Iron-Poor Sheikh?

Can one really lose weight by singing the blues?
Is there any point having more than ten shoes?

Can anyone tell me why cat memes are funny?
Why doesn’t Vince know Colt & Portia are money?