Sunday With Mom and Dad

Sitting with friends, some I met tonight
Thinking I finally made it
But tragedy delayed it.

Sunday's with mom and dad
Simple pleasures in those precious hours
It's life and relationships in a bouquet of flowers

I'm tryin'
Trying for what they hold dear
To keep my life, to live it near
to their expectations
And yet the deep calls out to me
Travel makes my sanity
I wonder where their desire ends
I wonder where I begin
But I do know there's got to be an end.

Strange feelings pass through sobriety
Familiar reality at the bottom of my drink
Crazy to most, getting an insight to living here

Shameful trips south people don't see
what they're all about
Plainly an appeasing offering to my need
A change, a dramatic switch is what I plead

The Drunk's Beer Song

Illusions of activity
Sitting in front of the TV
Drinkin' a beer.
The world outside is passin' me by
I'm not gonna even ask why
Just sit here drinkin' a beer.
I've got plans every other evenin'
With a few ladies who are quite pleasin'
I'll spend time with them drinkin' a beer.

Drinkin' a beer, drinkin' a beer
There's not much more in life that brings me cheer
Than...drinkin a beer.
drink, drink, drinkin a beer.

If I ever get to the bottom of this bottle
I'll head to the carry-out full throttle
so I can be again, drinkin a beer

Well just last week, my honey and me
Went out to dine
and she wanted wine
I said fine...for you..
but waiter soon as you can
I pointed to Bud
and to the back he ran
to fetch me
a bottle of beer!