Found trouble at home
so I looked to the road
for another place to be
but trouble found me

found love in a man
but found that love doesn't stand
all on its own

placed heart in his hands
but found it's way back to me

why didn't I see?

the trouble with love
is the hart doesn't always
want what it needs

and the trouble with me
is I keep thinking
it should be easy

It was no great secret to the rest of the world,
and maybe not even to me
the love of a man don't leave you the same,
but love of a man wouldn't leave me

It's hard to find home if you don't see where you've been
but I wasn't looking for home, or at the scenery

And the more I was shown, the less I could see
the more I was loved, the less I could breathe

Then he was gone, and yeah, maybe I cried
but in the light I could see
the love of a man cold bring tears to my eyes
but losing a man wouldn't break me

and it was no secret to the rest of the world
and really not even to me
the love of a man don't leave you the same,
because loving a man isn't easy

Wash Away

washed away the day because it didn't go my way
washed away washed away
brush my teeth before I sleep, because there's not much left to say

pull back the sheets, slip in my feet, pray to the "lord" my soul to keep
but it's still just me, and me, I'm beat.
and none of this matters anyway...

when my day is done, and the race is run
I may not have won...today

And most days dont mind, got tomorrow on my mind,
but tonight I want it all to wash away
wash away

empty space where my finges fold,

the place reserved for his hand to hold

but he's left my fingers to fall where they lay

cold and lonely like today

close my eyes and count to ten
don't open til I can breath again
what is lost to me belongs to them
and the rest just wash away...

Old song I wrote... couldn't remember the tune, but I wrote it after waking up from a dream about my first love.

not unlike a summers day
when love was still poprocks bursting over out tounges and hands helping hands

you remembered me
in an instant we were back to being meant to be
you belonged to me
and yesterday didn't hurt anymore to see
you remembered me

I spent too many hours
waiting to belong to you and I still do
I sometimes hate that I let you go
even though I was too young to know that I could ever belong
belong to anything not just anyone

but there you stand with grown up hands
not needing mine to guide them but they do
because they remember you
and what it felt like to be known by you

you remember me
I remember too
we smile like we know
like we always do
like it's new

and in my mind i cross through time
to where she wasn't where we are
and your hand never held hers, but only mine
but you cant bend time
so I let it cleanse my mind

erasing memories and moments it might hurt to find