Alan the Wag

Star Tree

I have a dream.
It’s a beautiful night.
I step through the walls of my room
And take flight.
I race to the stars.
They’re like fruit on a tree.
I never felt so good in my life.
Never felt so free.

These dreams of flying carry me so high.
I can see the clouds below me on the wrong side of the sky.
I’m so exhilarated it somehow all seems true.
The star-tree in my flying dream is reaching out to you.

And in this dream
I know what to do.
I pick one bright piece of star-fruit.
It’s for you.
I take it to earth
and plant it there.
It leaps up as another tree
straight into the air.

These dreams of flying carry me so high.
I can see the clouds below me on the wrong side of the sky.
I’m so exhilarated it somehow all seems true.
The star-tree in my flying dream is reaching out to you.

And I wonder if across the world when lovers fall asleep
They know the secret flight-path to a place where love runs deep.

And best of all
When I’m earth-bound with you
We talk about these flying dreams.
You have them too.
I feel that we’re close.
There’s a secret we share
that carries us up to the stars
And love grows stronger there.

These dreams of flying carry me so high.
I can see the clouds below me on the wrong side of the sky.
I’m so exhilarated it somehow all seems true.
The star-tree in my flying dream is reaching out to you.

The star-tree in my flying dream is made for me and you.

I’m Leaving

You gave away my slide guitar
Back in nineteen-ninety-eight.
You sold my pup at the church bazaar
on account of the shoes he ate.
You traded in my pick-up truck
for a grey four-door saloon.
Well Baby you’re clean out of luck
‘cos I’ll be leaving soon.
I guess it’s true I’ve come unstuck from you.

I’m leaving!
While I still have chance.
I’m leaving
without a second glance.
I’m out of here,
going anywhere,
I leaving while I still got air!
I’m leaving. I’m leaving you.

You choose my pants. You choose my shirts.
You choose what I can drink.
You regulate me till it hurts.
You choose what I can think!
I thought my old blue jeans were fine;
you wanted city suits.
But, Lord above, you crossed the line,
When you trashed my cowboy boots.
I guess it’s true don’t care two hoots for you.

I’m leaving,
Heading out the door.
I’m leaving
Should have left before.
Down any road
or I’ll explode,
I’m putting down this heavy load.
I’m leaving. I’m leaving you.

A man they say should settle down.
Well watch my dust as I leave town!

I’m leaving
on a Harley bike.
I’m leaving
any way I like.
Any where or when
at a hundred and ten
Miles an hour! Got to start again.
I’m leaving! I’m leaving you.

The Tricks That I Use











Music turned up very loud.
Talking ‘bout nothing non-stop.
Dancing all night in a crowd
till I drop.
Spending long hours on the phone,
Swapping the same jokes and news.
Side-stepping being alone.
It’s no use.

There aren’t many places to go.
There aren’t many ways I can hide.
The only thing certain I know
Love has died.
Can’t find the words to explain,
Don’t know the right thing to do.
Can’t find the road home again
back to you.

A note where I tried to backtrack
Screwed-up and tossed on the floor.
A suitcase I know I won’t pack
by the door.
Some street names from North Santa Cruz
addresses of people I’ve met
these are the tricks that I use,
to forget.

There aren’t many places to go.
There aren’t many ways I can hide.
The only thing certain I know
Love has died.
Can’t find the words to explain,
Don’t know the right thing to do.
Can’t find the road home again
back to you.

Been told this is how the game’s played,
been told to drink bourbon and ice.
Been told that the heart-ache will fade
poor advice.
Been told they’ll be others for sure.
Been told that it happens a lot.
Everyone thinks there’s a cure.
There is not.

There aren’t many places to go.
There aren’t many ways I can hide.
The only thing certain I know
Love has died.
Can’t find the words to explain.
Don’t know the right thing to do.
Can’t find the road home again
back to you.