The Late Shift

And he said
But if it costs too much
I don't want to pay for bad luck
I've got an overdraft in the blues
I 'm not investing in your shoes
I walk alone

Café is quiet, evening is long
This shift ain't ending, radio's on
Same old preaching to the same old fools
Rules about love when no one rules

And she said
But if it costs too much
I don't want to pay for bad luck
I've got an overdraft in the blues
You're not investing in my shoes
You walk alone

Ten thirty five and the day should be done
Shutters are pulled but there's a table for one
Nursing a bottle and an ego that's bruised
Easy for love to get angry and confused

But you said
What if it costs too much
I don't want to pay for bad luck
I've got an overdraft in the blues
I 'm not investing in your shoes
I walk alone

Café is quiet, evening is long
This shift ain't ending, radio's on
Same old preaching to the same old fools
Rules about love when no one rules

The Horse (Rhiannon's Dream)

After all these years
Lying down my head
Bed of stones
Flesh of clay
And all around a forest grows
Trees of dreams
Leaves of wind

And in the rushing air
I thought I heard you smile
For me
Love, like the angel's flaming hair
And silver horses running free
The dove before the storm
Waiting for me

And I will stay here
A horse carved out of my bones
For you
Until love is returned to me
Like silver horses running free
I'll carry this storm
Waiting for you

After all these years
Lying down my head
Bed of stones
Flesh of clay
And all around a forest grows
Trees of dreams
Leaves of wind

In Reach

I used to stand on this beach
Pebble in my hand
Thinking if I throw it
The world would be in reach

Is this a two-way street
or am I just talking to my feet
Words thrown against the wind
And it's always the tide that wins

Patterns are falling into place
We still make the same old mistakes
I used to stand on this beach
Perhaps it was me who was never in reach

Well, promises are promises
And water finds its level
And every love story
Has a high tide flood
And a low to reach
Seems to me
It's a two-way street

I used to stand on this beach
Pebble in my hand
Thinking if I throw it
The world would be in reach

Any old music

Any old music will do
I'm just living for your smile it's true
Any old music
Rhythm or rhyme
I'm just living this time

Any old port
Any old storm
I'm sick and tired
Of being lost and forlorn
Any old music will do

( Owls on the wing
Are passing by
Silently watching
Another night sky )

Any old music will do
I'm just living for your smile it's true
Any old music
Rhythm or rhyme
I'm just living this time

The Turning Swell

I lost it long ago
Not sure there isn't a road I don't know
Just moments of water off my skin
Just rolling water within

Back to front
Roundabout
Cry your words out
Spinning, nascent
The turning swell

There's a time of long ago
Echoed in my silver hair
Faint as footprints in the snow
That lead to nowhere

Back to front
Roundabout
Cry your words out
Spinning, nascent
The turning swell

Just moments of water off my skin
Just rolling water within
Not sure there isn't a road I don't know
I lost it long ago

Blue

You breeze in and you breeze out
With no idea what love's about
But like the temporary scent of blue
I'll soon get over you

Smoke curling from a flame
Moth to a candle, always the same
But like the temporary scent of blue
I'll get over you

a temporary scent of blue...

It's been a summer of butteflies and rain this year, of moments as fleeting as a beating wing. New set of words for a new cover.