dedicated to Char on the marking of 29 years of adoration...

I am thinking it's a sign that the freckles
In our eyes are mirror images and when
We kiss they're perfectly aligned
And I have to speculate that God himself
Did make us into corresponding shapes like
Puzzle pieces from the clay
And true, it may seem like a stretch, but
Its thoughts like this that catch my troubled
Head when you're away when I am missing you to death
When you are out there on the road for
Several weeks of shows and when you scan
The radio, I hope this song will guide you home

They will see us waving from such great
Heights, 'come down now,' they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away,
'come down now,' but we'll stay...

I tried my best to leave this all on your
Machine but the persistent beat it sounded
Thin upon listening
And that frankly will not fly. You will hear
The shrillest highs and lowest lows with
The windows down when this is guiding you home
ht: Mark Willms
check out this cool accapella version: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8dK2Qrvhh8A

Progressing…

Well, just in time for the annual marking of my existence outside of my mother's womb – I have received my first pair of progressive lenses for my glasses. Yup that's right keep the old balls jokes rollin' in – its true. These are not bifocals although let's not kid each other they mean the same thing. I actually am finding them quite easy to adjust to – so far…

this is pretty sweet

watch out for the bird at the end - especially since the last post!