59 yrs old From Maine originnaly currently live in upstate New York.l 'mtravel extensively as a construction Superintendent, Northeast, Mid-Atlantic, Mid-West and Alaska.
TIME
Time to sit around, sit around in the shade
Time means nothing, I’ve got it made
Now that your gone, I’ve got all this Time
Time in and out, of my mind
Too much Time to think about, Think about things to come
Too much Time to wonder what went wrong
Too much Time
Time to sit around, watch the rising tide
Time was always, on my side
Now moving mountains, crossing seas
Time now for, whatever I please
Too much Time to think about, Think about things to come
Too much Time to wonder what went wrong
Too much Time
Time to sit around, sit around in the sun
Lord I’m having too much fun
Time now for all, my old friends
Time for beginnings, time for ends
Too much time, to sit around, sit around in the shade
Too much time, to sit around, watch the rising tide
Too much time, to sit around, sit around in the sun
Oh Lord, what have I done
Too much time, too much time
Working Mans Hands
I’ve walked the Alaskan Tundra, In the midnight sun
Drove the Dalton highway, in the dark of day
For a year for family, For my little one
Day turns to night, In Prudhoe Bay
Chorus
I’ve got working mans hands man
Proud of doing what I can with my hands
I,ve got working mans hands man
Like my Fathers before me, Working mans hands
I sometimes wonder what it takes to be a man
Bank on broken promises, do what I can
I know now that I’m destined, to forever be a working man
Now I have sweat on my, working mans hands
I question why my life is worth a couple bucks an hour
Work so hard and long, yet opportunities go sour
I don’t expect it all, just a little bit of it for me
must the hands of a working man, be my destiny
To those who work against me, I’ll try to forgive
Sometimes life flows by, like water through a sieve
I don’t ask much from life, I need the means to live
The hands of a working man, are all I have to give
Universal
Have you ever wondered, how the world it came to be?
‘twas the power of my soul that caused the initial spark
I am light shining from the moon across the sea
I’m the noises you imagine in the dark
Chorus
I’m the breeze whistling through the evening air
I’m the voice of a trumpet blaring loud and long
I’m the laughter of a child, the growl of grizzly bears
I am the universal song
While you gaze into the stars, gleaming on a summer night
All the galaxies above you drifting slowly through the sky
I look back at you and watch the city lights
If you knew where to look you would see my eyes
As for the band, you often watch upon a stage
Are far from omnipotent, and play it wrong
Are vehicles of a past and coming age
A voice of that universal song
TIME
Time to sit around, sit around in the shade
Time means nothing, I’ve got it made
Now that your gone, I’ve got all this Time
Time in and out, of my mind
Too much Time to think about, Think about things to come
Too much Time to wonder what went wrong
Too much Time
Time to sit around, watch the rising tide
Time was always, on my side
Now moving mountains, crossing seas
Time now for, whatever I please
Too much Time to think about, Think about things to come
Too much Time to wonder what went wrong
Too much Time
Time to sit around, sit around in the sun
Lord I’m having too much fun
Time now for all, my old friends
Time for beginnings, time for ends
Too much time, to sit around, sit around in the shade
Too much time, to sit around, watch the rising tide
Too much time, to sit around, sit around in the sun
Oh Lord, what have I done
Too much time, too much time
Working Mans Hands
I’ve walked the Alaskan Tundra, In the midnight sun
Drove the Dalton highway, in the dark of day
For a year for family, For my little one
Day turns to night, In Prudhoe Bay
Chorus
I’ve got working mans hands man
Proud of doing what I can with my hands
I,ve got working mans hands man
Like my Fathers before me, Working mans hands
I sometimes wonder what it takes to be a man
Bank on broken promises, do what I can
I know now that I’m destined, to forever be a working man
Now I have sweat on my, working mans hands
I question why my life is worth a couple bucks an hour
Work so hard and long, yet opportunities go sour
I don’t expect it all, just a little bit of it for me
must the hands of a working man, be my destiny
To those who work against me, I’ll try to forgive
Sometimes life flows by, like water through a sieve
I don’t ask much from life, I need the means to live
The hands of a working man, are all I have to give
Universal
Have you ever wondered, how the world it came to be?
‘twas the power of my soul that caused the initial spark
I am light shining from the moon across the sea
I’m the noises you imagine in the dark
Chorus
I’m the breeze whistling through the evening air
I’m the voice of a trumpet blaring loud and long
I’m the laughter of a child, the growl of grizzly bears
I am the universal song
While you gaze into the stars, gleaming on a summer night
All the galaxies above you drifting slowly through the sky
I look back at you and watch the city lights
If you knew where to look you would see my eyes
As for the band, you often watch upon a stage
Are far from omnipotent, and play it wrong
Are vehicles of a past and coming age
A voice of that universal song
Steel Whispers
Man on the Iron, adrenalines high
Earth below him, above him open sky
He reaches out, to grab the load
Steel, steel whispers in his soul
Chorus
Steel can cut you, steel can kill
Steel can burn you it often will
Steel so angry, steel so cold
Steel, steel whispers in my soul
Man wears a mask, shade 12 plate
He breathes poison, accepts his fate
He sees blue spots, his eyes take the toll
Steel, steel whispers in his soul
Man tying rods, 100 feet in the air
10 knuckles bleeding, no one really cares
He works too hard, he looks so old
Steel, steel whispers in his soul
Man climbs the Leads, hear that rhythmic sound
Pile puke and diesel smoke put steel in the ground
He sees his partner, watch the torchlight glow
Steel, steel whispers in his soul
Eagle Flies
Teheran, downtown Iran
Take our embassy, was the plan
Carter tried to take a stand
8 Marines died in the sand
Chorus
Watch out where the Eagle flies
Nations bow, and good men die
Poppies in Afghanistan,
Football hero, he’s the man
Tilman died for you and me
To bring strangers Democracy
Iraq attacked, US backed
Hussein ‘s insane that’s a fact
Busch 1 let him get away
Busch 2 hung him anyway
North Korea shakes it’s fists
Missiles coming through the mist
Jong-on claims he’ll hit our soil
Trump will lance him, like boil
TIME
Time to sit around, sit around in the shade
Time means nothing, I’ve got it made
Now that your gone, I’ve got all this Time
Time in and out, of my mind
Too much Time to think about, Think about things to come
Too much Time to wonder what went wrong
Too much Time
Time to sit around, watch the rising tide
Time was always, on my side
Now moving mountains, crossing seas
Time now for, whatever I please
Too much Time to think about, Think about things to come
Too much Time to wonder what went wrong
Too much Time
Time to sit around, sit around in the sun
Lord I’m having too much fun
Time now for all, my old friends
Time for beginnings, time for ends
Too much time, to sit around, sit around in the shade
Too much time, to sit around, watch the rising tide
Too much time, to sit around, sit around in the sun
Oh Lord, what have I done
Too much time, too much time
Working Mans Hands
I’ve walked the Alaskan Tundra, In the midnight sun
Drove the Dalton highway, in the dark of day
For a year for family, For my little one
Day turns to night, In Prudhoe Bay
Chorus
I’ve got working mans hands man
Proud of doing what I can with my hands
I,ve got working mans hands man
Like my Fathers before me, Working mans hands
I sometimes wonder what it takes to be a man
Bank on broken promises, do what I can
I know now that I’m destined, to forever be a working man
Now I have sweat on my, working mans hands
I question why my life is worth a couple bucks an hour
Work so hard and long, yet opportunities go sour
I don’t expect it all, just a little bit of it for me
must the hands of a working man, be my destiny
To those who work against me, I’ll try to forgive
Sometimes life flows by, like water through a sieve
I don’t ask much from life, I need the means to live
The hands of a working man, are all I have to give
Universal
Have you ever wondered, how the world it came to be?
‘twas the power of my soul that caused the initial spark
I am light shining from the moon across the sea
I’m the noises you imagine in the dark
Chorus
I’m the breeze whistling through the evening air
I’m the voice of a trumpet blaring loud and long
I’m the laughter of a child, the growl of grizzly bears
I am the universal song
While you gaze into the stars, gleaming on a summer night
All the galaxies above you drifting slowly through the sky
I look back at you and watch the city lights
If you knew where to look you would see my eyes
As for the band, you often watch upon a stage
Are far from omnipotent, and play it wrong
Are vehicles of a past and coming age
A voice of that universal song
Steel Whispers
Man on the Iron, adrenalines high
Earth below him, above him open sky
He reaches out, to grab the load
Steel, steel whispers in his soul
Chorus
Steel can cut you, steel can kill
Steel can burn you it often will
Steel so angry, steel so cold
Steel, steel whispers in my soul
Man wears a mask, shade 12 plate
He breathes poison, accepts his fate
He sees blue spots, his eyes take the toll
Steel, steel whispers in his soul
Man tying rods, 100 feet in the air
10 knuckles bleeding, no one really cares
He works too hard, he looks so old
Steel, steel whispers in his soul
Man climbs the Leads, hear that rhythmic sound
Pile puke and diesel smoke put steel in the ground
He sees his partner, watch the torchlight glow
Steel, steel whispers in his soul
Eagle Flies
Teheran, downtown Iran
Take our embassy, was the plan
Carter tried to take a stand
8 Marines died in the sand
Chorus
Watch out where the Eagle flies
Nations bow, and good men die
Poppies in Afghanistan,
Football hero, he’s the man
Tilman died for you and me
To bring strangers Democracy
Iraq attacked, US backed
Hussein ‘s insane that’s a fact
Busch 1 let him get away
Busch 2 hung him anyway
North Korea shakes it’s fists
Missiles coming through the mist
Jong-on claims he’ll hit our soil
Trump will lance him, like boil
59 yrs old From Maine originnaly currently live in upstate New York.l 'mtravel extensively as a construction Superintendent, Northeast, Mid-Atlantic, Mid-West and Alaska.
At age 18 in, college, began a lifelong archive of my Experiences. Through extensive travel I've met a great number of people mostly good some not so good. My writing showcases joy, anger, revelation and dispair.
