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Captain
Captain, it appears to me
That the sea is calm today.
Captain, I think it wise
To sever our ties and set sail.

Captain, let's sell our wares
Forget we were here and be on our way.
Captain, I can't control my mind or my soul
In this evil place.

Captain, this winter's been
The longest I've spent away from the sea.
Captain, the ebb and the flow
How the waves roll, it's calling to me.

Drive
The stray cat eats its dinner from the same pan as the homeless man.
And I guess we aren't all that different, beast and human.
We're just trying to survive the best that we can.

And the fleecy white backs of the mountains are lying in wait.
And the snow covered branches are winter's welcoming gate.
And the whole scene, save for the yellow line, in shades of gray.

And I don't have it as bad as I'd like to think.
No, I don't have it as bad as I'd like to think.

The Last Hurrah
Sitting at home, all alone.
Staring at the wall, just waiting for your call.
Not much going on upstairs.
Just reflecting, recollecting my summer, fall, winter, spring.
Oh, man, I've gone downhill this year.

Nobody, nobody ever crossed their heart
And really hoped to die.
Nobody, nobody every warned me
Life would be rife with so many goodbyes.
And now, twenty-some-odd years have passed me by.
I suppose it's high time to start treating myself right.

Read your letter today.
Girl, you had so much to say in that little space
In your classic, nondescript way.
Guess you're on your own now.
'Cept me, baby, you ain't got nowhere to call your home.
Another orphaned child left to roam.

Nobody, nobody ever thought that words
Were really like sticks and stones.
Nobody, nobody ever warned us
Leave your expectations at the door.
And now, twenty-some-odd years have passed me by.
I suppose it's high time to start treating myself right.

Sitting at home. All alone.
Staring at the wall. Just considering it all.
Not much going on upstairs.
Just reflecting, recollecting my summer, fall, winter, spring.
Man, this one's gonna be my year.

Nellie and Peter
Walking in the park on Valentine's Day.
Dark, pregnant clouds gave birth to rain.

And Nellie ran to seek refuge from this deluge.
Under a tree.
And Peter ran to seek respite with this desperate
Nellie Jean.

Nellie's hair was soaked and she spoke in a low soft whisper.
"Look how the clouds are parting as if the rain never came.
Funny how life is morphing, even when it stays the same."
Peter was not expecting this perplexing bit of information.
He replied, "My clothes will dry,
but these words you spoke will remain in my mind."

Peter reached out his hand and touched Nellie on the shoulder.
He wondered if she would reprimand him for trying to hold her.
Nellie didn't know you were not supposed to do that.
Peter knew you were not supposed to do that.

Nellie knew nothing of this man and her better judgement told her,
"Surely you must concede and understand, this man is much, much, much, much older."
Nellie didn't know you were not supposed to do that.
Peter knew you were not supposed to do that.

And time stood still, as it often will, when lovers are falling in love.

They both leaned in with open mouths and drooping eyelids, as Cupid looked on from above.

Walking in the park on Valentine's Day.
Dark, pregnant clouds gave birth to rain.