Just So Right

Woke up this morning,
sunlight shining through the window.
The dog was still snoring
and I've never felt more at home.

This life's so hard,
but I'm moving along.
But just this morning,
it feels like a reggae song.

The drums tap on,
as my baby starts to wake
and I feel their beat
as the daylight starts to break.

Then the bass lines start
as the dog peaks a glance.
They're slow and they're steady
as the new day starts to dance.

This life so hard,
but I'm moving along,
But just this morning,
it feels like a reggae song.

And the chords start going
as the room starts glowing
and the love is a-flowing
with my beauty by my side.

And in my head I'm grooving
to a song that is so soothing.
So when she starts a-moving,
I've got a smile I can't hide.

It's just
so
right.
To be
free
from the
night.

The music picks up
as a tail begins to wag.
The tempo is increasing
with the jingle of her tag.

There's a full song pause...

...as my girl opens her eyes.
Then it all starts again
under the early morning skies.

This life's so hard,
but I'm moving along.
But just this morning,
it feels like a reggae song.

We hit a minor chord
as we think about the day,
about the jobs we must do
and the bills we must pay.

There's that full song pause...

...as we get on out of bed.
And we both call in sick
to hit the beach instead.

It's just
so
right.
To be
free
from the
night.

This life's so easy
when we're moving right along.
If we live each every day
just like our reggae song.

Clover

As I walked cross the street, a black cat came and blocked out my path,
my eyes met the cat's and so quickly i'd taken his wrath.

I carried this leaf in my pocket for over a year.
whether three leaves or four, my luck's just not been all too clear.

I'm starting to think that these clouds may never clear up.
and I've taken to looking at life through the end of a cup.

While I can't say that things have improved, I feel just a bit less removed.

And my work is a bore,
and my home is a chore,
and I'm starting to think I cant take it no more.
My luck's running thin,
so I'll just start again,
cause I'm tired of sitting here wondering when

my clover will grant me some luck.
cause I'm feeling just rather stuck.

And nothing's been right since you left me behind in that bar.
And nothing's felt worse than each time that I open that scar.

I'm surrounded by people that try me but I know the game.
I smile and wave, just so they won't know who is to blame.

The smile defends me, but I know it's telling a lie.

I'm falling and breaking but I know I'm too bold to die.

So I loaded my gun and I followed that old trail again.
And I found that black cat and said "so nice to see you again"

And I shot that damn cat, dead, right on the side of the path.
I am the master and this time it'd taken my wrath.


And my soul will be free
cause my mind has lost me.
and I just think I have started my luck crime spree.
My luck's running wild,
I think I just smiled
and I'm as happy as I've been since I was a child.

The clover burned pretty well,
They'll need that luck in hell!

Because...

It wasn't the luck of the clover or stupid cat's wrath,

That haunted me sorely since that cold night out on the path!

It's always the memory of you, of what i wished I could do.

Painting

Good hate is relentless,
It just has to be.

It's constant and seething.
Or it never succeeds.

Hate is like painting
your clear window black.

Each coat after coat
To fill every crack.

But if you stop painting
For even a day

The paint will start chipping
And all fade away.

Hate is created,
we put up the paint
But love is eternal
From scorching to faint.

Love is the light
That seeks out these cracks
Piercing the windows
We've slathered in black.

One day I'll stop painting
But today's not that day.
For now I'm just happy
To find your love's ray.