FOLDED
IN THE ARMS OF A DECK CHAIR I
think I'll take some time to sing to you
A number of songs of colors, gold
in hue
And I'll play you a melody so true
That you'll remember all the lovers
you once knew Like a bird on a wire, you balance
Like
a moth before a silver flame
Gotta walk on, gotta dream on
Like a willow
swept with rain You've got a quick wit
You
make a hard hit
I can't give you everything
I can't feed you, but I can
sing I was folded in the arms of a deck chair
Looking
up as the sky beat its wings
And you walked through water in the golden sun
You
were shining like one of God's brighter things
SCOTT
WAS LIKE A BUTTERFLY Scott was like
a butterfly
With dust on his wings
Flying his highest
On those glorious
things
With wonderful ease
He began his ascent to the sky
The dust on
his wings
A mysterious way by
But when he discovered
The nature of things
He
could no longer use
The strength of his wings
And so, with his scepter,
He
battled his way
In search of a breeze-blown
Fairy dust day
But he sunk
shallow
With the weight of an evening hue
Slipping as his fears
Became
trippingly true
And like a moth
In a silly cocoon
He stranded himself
In
the womb of his room
And rode not the strength
Of his gold, winsome wings
But
slipped in the well
Of more practical things
HE
DIED OF A BROKEN HEART That sense
of wonder
Where does it come from?
When you're lost in the words
When
it comes from under
Leaves you lost in a kiss
And suspends you like a bird
For
so long Peter was a man who had his life
Forever
after caught in a crossfire
An overdose of joy and laughter
Everyone would
say that having
Too much fun pulled him apart
But I know that old Peter
died
Of a broken heart
DON'T
GO BREAKIN' THE LAW Oh Mama, you're
tied to a poor son of a gun
Don't go breakin' the law
Don't go breakin'
the law
Don't go breakin' the law The smell
of steak
In an evening shade
The sign reads:
"Go this way to better
days" Oh, my-my, Oh, my-my, Oh-my-my
I'll
keep on chasing down the day Let loose our
ties
Let loose our smile
On a simple isle
SPANISH
HIDEAWAY On
a road to a Spanish hideaway
With a poem and a songbook tucked away
Do ya
want to hear a piano picker play?
Singin' "I ain't got long to stay" On
a gray-banked, ancient street
Amongst the lovers, the liars, and the cheats
A
young woman to defeat
In a boat beside the beach On
a forked trail where the branches hang down
Me and my mate will be traipsing
around
You gotta chase a good thing down
You gotta find something safe and
sound "Get up, boy" she says "we
depend on you"
"Get up, boy, the world don't care about your blues"
"Get
over, the world ain't simple or true"
"Grab a shovel or chop some
wood"
"A dreamer's life amounts to nothin' good"
THE
NIGHT SLIPS AWAY WHEN YOU NEED IT
Ain't
it funny how the night fades when you need it?
And when you don't need it,
it's just lingers on
With a bottle of god-knows-what, tempting you to defeat
it
You pack it up, say "live for today", and wait for the dawn "Absolutely,"
she says so casually but I will not let it slide
If you could absolutely pass
me by, I'd wonder if you'd ever learned to cry
Because I've known nothin' absolutely,
except to want to run faster
To want to climb higher, but I'm free falling
from the blue sky Ain't it a pity how the night
slips away when you need it?
When you don't need it, it just lingers on
Oh,
this bedroom is cold and, honey, I can't defeat it Ain't
it a wonder how when I got something I can't accept it
When I detect it, I
can't feel it with my hand
Oh, but I can't be unprotected, 'cause that's when
it's the worst to be neglected
But I suppose it's romantic to be broken on
the sand
With nothing in your hands, not even your plans All
I want in life a place to kick my feet up
OLD
AND GREAT Through
the years I have known many
Those who just wouldn't last
Those who slipped
past
Each of them a brick in the wall
But a heedless sentiment
Is not
my intent
No, I somehow wanted to have a piece of them all Happening
upon a bird on a cobblestone road
Wondering from where it came
All creatures
seem to be the same, with a common aim I ponder
their path upon the rain on frozen streets
My pair of pants looks ripe and
crisp
I see the group of socialites out for a walk
Shall I straighten my
tie and talk?
For the fine young gents who sit by the fence
And open the
gates for some light remembrance They say, "You
and I, we'll be old and great
Just let us through that brassy gate
- I hope
we're never overweight"
If that can be accomplished, the rise before the
fall
Then that would be all
SEE
THE LIGHT Time to try and
toe the broken line
Time to kick off our shoes and dine
Time to waste away
and feel fine
I've seen the light Your face
is painted pretty
Like a fragile little girl
You wear it so well
You
strode down the path
Like it was the very first morning
You're still young
So,
go walk in the sun I've seen the light
ROLLING
DOWN THE MOUNTAINS Keep on
rolling
Down through the mountains
Keep on running
From the West to the
East
Keep on moving
Not getting younger
Keep on rolling
Down through
the mountains
THE LAGOON There she was
An
angel
By the light of the moon
On some
Tropical lagoon
These are
the thoughts
That overcome us all
When the autumn leaves fall | 
