Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Riding the mountain rails

     

Riding the rails.
                                                                                                   
Of all the places I have been, being in the mountains is my favorite place.  I can not say "in all of the world" because I have not seen all of the world. But there is something about taking a train ride through the mountains that is very soothing. Whether is is the clack on the train wheels over the rails or the scenes of the mountains, all I know is that I come off the train with a calmness inside.
                                               
       © LAL 2016                                                                                       

Wounded Hearts

Wounded hearts pain left on the floor
Open the windows, open the doors
I need to fly away and feel the sun on me
You standing on the hill if only you could see

You left me broken and alone
Had you not told me, I would have never known
My world spins out of control looking for you
I would follow you down into the depth of my dreams
Only to awake to a cold winter day, all painted gray
This life we lead was only a part of a bigger scheme

You left me for reasons unknown
Waiting for time to pass, I stood by the phone
You never called, I cried to leave this the doom
I turn around and I moved on to another room
How can we pretend it never happened
That movie played a thousands times, broken and afraid

Well no more, no more tears, no more wounds
We were all broken, it's time to mend the pieces
Open the windows, open the doors and set us free
Open the windows, open the doors and let our souls be
Wounded hearts no longer, nothing to leave on the floor

Open the windows, open the doors and set us free

LAL 2/1/16 © 

13th Street

Do you remember babe when were young
Cruising downtown under the 13th street lights
We were running wild, laughing into the wind
Listening to the radio belting out our tunes
We were rebels, we were young, we were free

I remember your face as we sat in the diner
Drinking coffee and you look moon struck
We were the stars of our movie, playing the parts
We promised never to let go, tied by star light
We were rebels, we were young, we were free

Sitting in Westwood park beneath the swaying pines
I took pictures of you in my mind, I would never be alone
It was just like a play without a script, words unspoken
It was just a free fall, it was like rushing streams
We were rebels, we were young, we were free

Cruising downtown under the 13th street lights
We were running wild, laughing into the wind
Listening to the radio belting out our tunes
We were rebels, we were young, we were free

Laying on the grass on the Union lawn, soaking up the sun
Daydreaming of the life we could have, not looking back
Drifting off in the aroma of you, we are safe and life was fun
I memorize your laughter to brighten up my darkest days
We were rebels, we were young, we were free

Midnight runs down 13th street, street lights shimmering
Holding hands, telling secrets, listening to the tires roll

Here we are now, cruising down our twilight lanes
Laughing, running wild in our hearts, we are braver then
We are stronger, still tied yet far apart but no matter
The rain was chilling but our souls were hot and warmed us
We were rebels, we were young, we were free

Cruising downtown under the 13th street lights
We were running wild, laughing into the wind
Listening to the radio belting out our tunes
We were rebels, we were young, we were free

Yes we were rebels, we were young, we were free
We were reckless, we were fearless when we were young
Rebels to the world, living for the moment, racing the wind
Memories of when we were young and free
We were rebels, we were young, we were free
Under the lights of 13th street




LAL 12/24/2015
© LAL 2016