mangobe

Best We Can Do

A hairy hoary head before time ever struck in this land

an easy several dozen of us, laid our backs on the sand

we laughed in the sun, had no cell phones nor guns

nobody got paid

A long tricky tale before the tired drivers came on the scene

we had already decided that we'd rather stay green

they'd never seen, minds that stay green

nobody got saved

You come to tell me that's the best we can do

dig a little deeper since you know it ain't true

where you feel warmth, there is bound to be flame

the picture is too big to ever fit in the frame

We were hobbled and corralled with the ghosts of the hosts of the past

force fed signs of every sizing advertising everything that won't last

we've been stoned thru our eyes

in a borrowed disguise

somebody got played 

You come to tell me that's the best we can do

dig a little deeper you know it's not true

where you feel warmth, there is bound to be flame

the picture is too big to ever fit in the frame

We survived and just arrived we saw the naked mystics put on a show

with the real magnetic prophet and his sidekick with the sacred glow

we sold it all for a song, 

and cheep grass for the lawn

somebody got made

You come to tell me that's the best we can do

dig a little deeper, you know it's not true

where you feel warmth, there is bound to be flame

the picture is too big to ever fit in the frame

it's far too big

it's too big

Promises

She comes from a town near the middle of nowhere

far from the glow of the city lights

where the dreams grow slow, wild, and untamed

and the black bear stalks thru the waterfall night

where they laughed at her and said "girl, why are you so serious?" 

"now that your childhood days are gone" 

but her heart was filled with an aching sadness

something inside telling her to move on

She makes no promises

She knows what a promise is

we get so tired at times you know it's been no life of bliss

when you live on promises

She headed for the big town straight out of high school

where she was hoping to start a new life

traded slow days in the heart of the country

traded those days for a fast past life

She holds back a scream when facing the madness

that the world throws down in it's cruel ways

sorts thru her dreams, like the clothes in her suitcase

what to give up, and what will stay

She makes no promises

she looks for where the promise is

we get so dry at times you know it all returns to this

when you're left with promises

She comes from a town near the middle of nowhere

far from the glow of the city lights

where the snowflakes fall, building silent walls

and the bobcat stalks thru the frozen night