If I had Eyes

Sometimes time doesn't heal
No not at all
Just stand still
While we fall
In or out of love again I doubt I'm gonna win you back
When you got eyes like that
It won't let me in
Always looking out

Lot of people spend their time just floating
We were victims together but lonely
You got hungry eyes that just can't look forward
Can't give them enough but we just can't start over
Building with bent nails we're
falling but holding, I don't wanna take up anymore of your time
Time time time



-Jack Johnson

Brilliant...

FiftySixPointFour

We fade into the things we wish we saw
This is no gamble it’s no draw
So you run on along side perpetual sin
He calls your name you invite him in
A cup of tea, a bottle of wine with no end in site
I hold my cards and wait for a time that’s right
We lay them down with hopes and dreams
They reveal our truth not what it seems
Is it really a perpetual sin
to dream a new to let love in
a programmed reaction
to share in pain, joy and satisfaction
is it meant to be a distraction
what makes a man I think I know
says the man on the radio
I see my time leaving
I’m left in silence alone and breathing
To take on these metal plates and pavement
I used to do these things for them
Not for me but for the angles to come
To lift above my head my life my son
Doing right what my parents did wrong
My true occupation my real passion
A man of example, the friend of a king, a leader of men
That is my calling that is how I hope to make my end

-Aaron Johnson

And Now

And now I run
Through the night and into the sun
Through the snow and through the rain
Through the joy and through the pain

All I’ve learned is nothing
Certain uncertainty of something
I shook the tree for the apple of my eye and gave it all away
We Deny it all avoiding the places we might meet in the day

Little birds in our lives they make there nests
Loaded guns to our heads
Left confused with words of like and care
Left with this the truth I was unaware

This life is full of choice
But you never know God could use neon signs
And he uses that soft voice
Through others often not a familiar noise

And now I run
Through the night and into the sun
Through the snow and through rain
Through the joy and through the pain

I’ll make my way
Letting go to be what may
Each running step a word I pray
I hope there was something there I hope it stays
Sometimes you have to let something go
To see if something was really there

-Aaron Johnson

The Sun

Clear mind, Clear day
it doesn’t even explain
why do I use words
if I could write in feelings instead of verbs
I would
There is something in the air
It’s recognized not a feeling that’s rare
A million people to the door
Yet still a lonely store
We sell ourselves too short for far too much more
More than most are willing to pay
We get measured, critiqued, and weighed
Only to find we are still alone
We phone around we phone home
But it’s not home
It’s still out there somewhere all alone
Waiting, found waiting just the same
Little do we all know home has a name

-Aaron Johnson