I couldn't think of a thing to write
On your birthday card
Considered the poets
But they didn't know what
Lay quite inside my heart
I thought of Atlanta
I thought of Toronoto
And all of the places we've been
I filled up my tea and looked into the trees
And still came up empty again
Oh the boys of Dublin's Donaghmede
Come to hear their boxer sing
To tell the stories of their streets
To quell their suffering
They say let me go another round
And never take it laying down
'Cause in my heart I know
I'm strong enough to grow
Damo sing another song
Feed And Water The Horses
Tell me dark heart of my deep sleep
Where the past drops in like unwanted guests
Rattling their chains of thought, shuffling their feet
Peering into things I thought I'd laid to rest
And for all I've left undone there's another dream to come
Once there were wars fought over spice and salt
And the stick of gold became the standard measure
Nothing much has changed in this modern age
And it won't until the pain's not worth the pleasure
Share The Moon
I can go one day without calling
Two days without ballin'
Three days without missing
But a lot of time with no kissing you
Something better just can't do
I wish I could be there to share the moon
Got more back for the breaking
More callas for making
A lot of time for the aching
War rugs in the hallway
Prayer rugs on the wall
Who's walkin' tall?
I should be kneelin'
Soldier girl, oh, soldier boy
Tell me what to say
When I see you at Christmas leave
Tattooed and hazed
We Get To Feel It All
My, my... how time flies.
First time I met you - had to shade my eyes.
Cuz staring into the sun can make a girl blind.
Now here we sit in a shady spot.
Got what I wanted, and I want what I got...
But through the will of my own,
I just found my way home.
Here is what I learned about you.
You set the sun and you hung the moon.
I found the binding of the yoke
That connects us here, in this herd of hope
Escort me to your kingdom come
From the gallows' hold, and the things we've done
You stole so much, so much at times
Just being bad, like the books we read
The helplessness that you played upon
Was just tenderness, to disarm
She ushered in love, but it drove you mad
Not to have everything of your envisioning