The Yellow Rose Of Texas

There's an un-mapped treasure island
In the sea of fear and dread
With a sun-bleached sheltered hollow
The place where once I lay my head.

Cold

It's cold, so cold
As cold as cold could ever be.

The Young Pretender

I voiced opinion boldly
My views were rising stock
The clothes I wore hung loosely
Principles as firm as rock.

Can't You Feel It?

It's right here
Can't you see it?

Tilly

I never knew you,  young and fancy free
But time's drawn no lines
On your lovely face
That I can see.

Can You Hear Me?

Would you hold me one last time?
I loved you dearly
You loved me all my lifetime long
So very nearly.

Time To Go

I've loved it when you've held me
Brief moments all aglow
But you've never really loved me
So it's time for me to go.