I asked her when would you like to awake
She said at six and I mustn't be late
So when in the morning I tugged on the sheets
She said just give me 15 more minutes of sleep
15 more minutes is all that I need

At 11 am she was still sleeping sound
So I made her some lunch

They say the sights and sounds down in Africa
Seem like ones you've seen and heard before
Even though you arrive
For the very first time
You have a sense of returning

They say there is a dream down in Africa
Dreamt about 5 million years ago
It's a dream to survive

You cannot make one in the sky
Where the careless creatures fly
The careless creatures fly

You cannot make one in your home
Where your heart is safe and dry
The heart is safe and dry

Only down on the ground in the cold
Can you make, make an angel in the snow

Maggie Jane has a family
And makes a good salary
Her life is quite ordinary
Except for her astronaut dreams

They happen when she is sleeping
They happen when she's awake
They come like abductors who sneak in
And carry poor Maggie away

Suddenly Maggie Jane is f

Clouds are swift
Rocks are ancient
Mountains are high, oceans great
Winds are restless
Trees are patient
And you my child are awake

Waves are crashing
Rivers churning
Planets twirling, stars ablaze
Storms are raging
Atoms whirling
And you my child ar

Chronic amnesia, a dreadful disease
Sadly struck poor old Harry last night
And now, a bit later, old Harry the hater's
Forgotten who he didn't like

Blessed disease that makes us forget
Who is our foe, not our friend
Blessed disease, if we're lucky, you'll spread
And

Though below me, I feel no motion
Standing on these mountains and plains
Far away from the rolling ocean
Still my dry land heart can say
I've been sailing all my life now
Never harbor or port have I known
The wide universe is the ocean I travel
And the earth is my blu

You don't just say grace
Before you dig in
You stand and dance and sway
Around the kitchen
And feast your eyes, astounded by
What you've been given
Before you even
Sit down
In Bountiful

And when you allemande
With the pans and the cupboards
You lapse

You might think I'm a banker, and on weekdays, it's true
But underneath this poly-cotton blend is a skeleton tattoo
Which I got when I was drinking
And I'm showing off this weekend
On my brand new Harley-Davidson

I may work in an office and look respectable and clean
Bu

There is music on CDs
Magazines of all kinds
And computers and TVs
For amusing the mind
But in the late days of the summer
Nothing nearly compares
To just seeing each other
At the Brown County Fair

You can meet Lawrence Little
And taste his prize pickles, ho

I like it here and so do you
On the one that's green and blue
With everything that life requires
A big hydrogen camp-fire
We could be here quite a few days
The next place is four light-years away
When you're camping by the sun

Yippee-yay-yeh, yippee-yay-yo
Outer

I like to make 'em out of birch bark skins
I studied how with the Indians
A little pine tar, nice and thin
Makes a boat float just right

I like to brag about the perfect stroke
I own a paddle made of aged oak
Every maneuver I can do by rote
But there's one thing I d

Captain of My Life
I've stood at starboard bow
Thinking how beautiful the waves
I've lingered at the stern
Where I have yearned to return the way I came
I have toiled down below
In the dark and cold
When these hands were made to row

I've been atop the mast
H

My name is Charlie Porter
I was a union soldier
In '61, I signed up to fight
And it was a great adventure
But I have to tell you
Not the fairytale I had in mind

And when General Lee surrendered
And victory finally arrived
I heard no one hoot or holler
No hip

There could be a blue kazoo, a pair of ruby shoes
A silky new, fetching red kimono
A Pakistani rug, an Elvis Presley mug
Or "The Very Best of Perry Como"

There could be a handsome blonde, a Harry Potter wand
Or little strips to help you quit snoring
An anti-aging cream,

When trees are turning
Chimney smoke is curling
Fallen leaves are swirling
I'll be coming home
When geese are wending
Apple branches bending
When the summer's ending
I'll be coming home

When Autumn's first frost
Glistens on the corn stalks
The bales of h

Could you be a window
In a darkened hall
To give a passing soul
A way of seeing through the wall
And people stop in front of you
And into you they peer
Uncertain what they see because
You're not exactly clear?

Could you be a lighthouse
Standing on a shore

Footsteps
A knock
Then next to the bed
Does my frightened young daughter appear, and say
"I'm scared, Papa
A nightmare woke me up and I can't sleep
Could I sleep with Mama and you?"

"Crawl in my darling
It's nice and warm, and there's plenty of room
And that

We may not be wearing perfect shoes
We may not know sophisticated moves
We may not begin from a graceful stance
But in the end we're going to start to dance

We may be standing in a public place
Careful clothing, proper public faces
When the social situation says we can'

Life was good in my neighborhood
With Mother Nature safely quarantined
A perfect yard was my work of art
A study in uninterrupted green

Till uninvited you came by
Brandishing your yellow smile
Drifted in and wouldn't go away
Had a party on my lawn
Making all the