Scars & Flaws Mark Our Character

 

 

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Scars & flaws mark our character
There are no monuments upon the sea
With no footprints in the waves
We cling to adventure in order to be free
But we all too soon grow old
The cold days along the Scottish coast
Searching for the proper port
To be comfortable with our dubious host
These days we’re looking to break even
I feel each of my years in my bones
I embrace my Saint Brendan’s medal
Within the night shift I can quietly atone
Remembering the light within her eyes
Reflecting up into the midnight’s moon
There’s a lot we might misconstrue
We’re stained, but maybe we can learn the tune

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Here, Let Me Give You A Hand

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Here, let me give you a hand
You don’t need your Ladies in Waiting
I could unstitch your mundane hours
Leaving you breathless & vibrating
We could take a walk – an adventure
If you’re up for some fun & romance
Your entire existence to be altered
If only you were willing to grant me a chance

Finding A Smile In Anything

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Finding a smile in anything
She laughs in colorful brightness
A flash of pure happy thoughts
The cool confidence in its lightness
A giggle to the approaching Summer
3 months of adventure lie ahead
You’re wanting passive, demure kids
Mine will cackle, make you walk the plank

Walk With Me, Sweet Lady

Walk with me, sweet lady
I want to know your darkest days
Let us share everything we can
Talk to me – I know you’ll amaze
I have a belief in us, together
No dream will be too extreme
Life to be the ultimate adventure
Gripping our experiences by the seams

It’s A Timeless & Natural Progression

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It’s a timeless & natural progression
Men have left the fields & taken to the sea
Leaving behind pretty girls along the way
Thinking there was something greater to be
Many returned to those green farms to die
Though some were never the same men
You can never un-see what lies beyond
Home is an adventure you can recover from then

Fifteen Dollars & A Broken Jaw To Boot

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Fifteen dollars & a broken jaw to boot
Expanding cities complete with souls for sale
Government land, but it’s not something to own
Your identity stolen down a worn migration trail
Pushing eighty-five before the winter sun goes down
Desert road adventures through the land of the free
Missing midnight mass for its not yet that time
Rumors & hints of how much you really mean to me
Your voice remains dry after another weekend
Do you remember the faces of all those left undone
Our days pass on by in those decadent whispers
Though all our remaining years will pass by as one

Illogical Depression Raging My Bones

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Illogical depression raging my bones
Somehow my mind’s still not right
Too much thinking late into the darkness
I know where I’ll be in the hours of night
The struggles & the trials don’t really matter
Conquering the adventures in your mind
There are no secrets or answers to tell
Life is adding up everything you did find