Rainbows and Handlebars as the sun beats down on that long Mid Texas line

Promises of Jupiter and Mars when porch swing in Lexington would be just fine

When days are made of seasons and months lead into years

There’s never enough light to chase away the dark that hides those lonesome fears

Windshields and daydreams and all the fine print you never saw

Hand holding enterprise, drawn out fights so clearly over, before you could ever draw

When dreams amount to nothing and nothing ever comes too late to think of anything but everything you want. They tell you not to reach too far for gold and heaven’s door But everything seems so far away when you’re prostrate on the floor. The Floors too flat and the world too round to reach the other side and the heaven’s seem too far away when the door’s just inches wide. He gave us wings to fly away but I cannot find the sky, everything seems impossible and I can’t begin to understand why. 

Nightmares and silhouettes are shadows of all that’s real

I tried to borrow but all I ever got I cleverly had to steal

Lunchrooms and hidden hopes and the things they sold you as a child

Scratching out a rood good living when you’re just too meek and mild

A Patron Saint and fables begin to seem the same, found out too late if it’s not a date then no one is to blame. The boot black and a candle the waxen hope of shame, Grabbing on to something that smells just like fortune’s wish and freedom’s fame. A leaf with spots and dogs with stripes and flags with just a star,It’s all too close to reason and beyond each distant star. The ashen doubt and broken heart that leaves where you are, you shot too far and swung too hard to ever think of reaching par. But part of heaven’s window is believing in the bride, too pretty to deserve her too good I must confide. But answers seldom show themselves and riddles love to tease. Wisdom often whispers in the cold late Autumn breeze. When the humility first hits you it knocks you to your knees and you may have lost the will to win but never lost your keys. Locks and secret windows you find them when you hide Nothing feels like winning until you lose your pride.