Sunshine

My sunshine left me today
She says, “Go alone, and deal with old man winter gray”
You know gray’s, my hated color, I’d rather have the blues.
Because even sunshine leaving can be captured when you’re grieving the loss of your muse.
Because even sunshine leaving can be captured when retrieving a love that’s been bruised.

She writes, “I’m gonna miss you, We’ll talk tomorrow morning”
He fights, “I’m gonna kiss you, probably without warning.”
And that’s when he knows, now that they’re apart
It shows; she puts sunshine in his heart.

Lord I was born a gambling man, I wager all my loving on a losing hand.

Lord I was born a gambling man, I wager all my loving on a losing hand.
And it’s hard to say goodbyes when you’re flush in blue skies

with a girl that got away this time.

You know it’s not hard to stay surprised when there’s sunshine in your eyes, from the girl that got away this time.

rinse and repeat kids....rinse and repeat

Good Gets Better

If you’re looking for proof,
It’s hiding behind your faith.
If you’re looking for truth, you’ll find
Sometimes it gets misplaced.
If you’re looking for a new love, know
That I’ve got some to give away
If you’re looking for a new heart
You should know you that you can hold mine today

Because good gets better, when it’s love. Good gets better, when it’s love

If you’re looking for me, keep trying
I’m hiding behind your past
If you’re looking for time, don’t buy in
She’s a delicate hourglass
If you’re looking for a new life, I’m dying
But so is everyone
If you’re looking for a new hope, stop crying
And smile for we’ve already won

Because good gets better, when it’s love. Good gets better, when it’s love
When it’s love. When it’s love. When it’s love. When it’s love.

If you’re looking for space
It’s hiding behind your mirrors
If you’re looking for laughs
They come right after the tears
If you’re looking for a new place, I’m trying
For a room with a view
If you’re looking for a new face, I’m flying
Over St. Clair Avenue

Because good gets better, when it’s love. Good gets better, when it’s love

26

Woke up, the other day
and I saw my life slippin' away.
You see its not supposed to be like this,
at least not for me at 26 and I know
Life doesn't go as planned but I won't fold
when I'm dealt this hand and now I've gone
from a blank canvas to man,
calling you all in on a rags to riches plan

I used to retreat, just fold the cards and die
but I won't be beat, I'll paint a masterpiece
because I'd rather watch the paint dry
I'd rather watch the paint dry

Fell asleep the other night
and I saw my death abolish the light
You see its not supposed to be like this,
at least not for me when you cease to exist
and I know, death doesn't go as planned,
and I'm not sold that I'm enslaved to demands
and now I've gone, from a prayer to command,
washing all your sins off a painted promised land

I used to retreat, just hold the dream too high
but I won't be beat, I'll find an inner peace
because I'd rather watch the paint dry
I'd rather watch the paint dry
So come and watch the paint dry