All I Wanted Was This Picture....

I've been working on this one off and on for a long while. This is the latest incarnation.

All I Wanted Was This Picture

All I wanted was this picture
One thing I could carry and keep
Don’t let me go too long
Time’s I can hardly breathe

God did not grant me perfect vision
I was not blessed with Second Sight
A lot of life is solitary
No guarantee past faith and past moonlight

And all I wanted was this picture
One thing I could carry and keep
Don’t let me go too long
Time’s I can hardly breathe

In the mornings in the mirror
In the corner of my eye
A ghost of faith -- of moonlight, reaching
Past my shoulder, past my life
Past my shoulder, past my life

And the ghost, it haunts my waking hours
Old times reach to touch me while I wait
Like me, oh they’ve lost the pow’r
The ghost can hardly bear the weight
It carries for us both
There's a crack and now the light is leakin' out
Past the edge of that locked door
Shines back down the track of years
And I don't dare go back for more
It would never be so good

But, in the mornings in the mirror
In the corner of my eye
A ghost of faith -- of moonlight, reaching
Past my shoulder, past my life
Past my shoulder, past my life
Past my shoulder, past my life
Past my shoulder, past my life

And all I wanted was this picture
One thing I could carry and keep
Don't let me go too long
Don't let me go too long
Don't let me go too long
Don't let me go too long

© D. Dain, 2006.

Road Dancer....

I wrote this many years ago.

Jamie Brockett had part of an album in the can and I named this song after the working title....


Road Dancer

I never tell a lie
There's two sides to every story
And I ride that center line
Between reality and glory
And while I know
That love is not enough
Still I always
Let Her trip me up

Love's the road and I'm a dancer
Born to trouble and takin' chances
And I never get enough
Never get enough

From the beaches of Montana
To the shores of Baffin Bay
From the Rockies down to Boston Town
I've danced my life away
From a movin' motel box-car
To the Four-Star top-floor suite
Success somehow eluded me
And my restless, wanderin' feet

And hope is over the horizon
In a castle, just beyond my reach
And my Sleepin' Princess is a phone booth
Out behind "Merle's Gas and Eats"
An' I'm a-preachin' "Love and Peace"
But I'll be here all week....

Still, I never tell a lie
There's two sides to every story
And I ride that center line
Between reality and glory
And while I know that
Love is not enough
I always seem
To let Her trip me up

Love's the road and I'm a dancer
Born to trouble and takin' chances
And l never get enough
Never get enough
Never get enough
Never get enough

© D. Dain, 1992.