Singer-Songwriter Americana

It’s been weeks since you’re gone
There’s no healing taking place
Everything I try feels wrong
Everything I do is just a waste
I still don’t know why you left
You just ran out of love I guess
I keep sinking lower
Till the pain takes over

I Wish I Had A Blue Guitar
To play the pain that’s in my heart
‘Cause I would play it soft and low
In shapes and shades of indigo
And as each blue note slowly dies
It falls like rain out of the skies
They’ll be no more pain in my heart
I Wish I Had A Blue Guitar

I didn’t see you pull away
I didn’t see your love disappear
Gone like a shadow in a shallow grave
You left without a doubt or a tear
Don’t know why my love’s still alive
It just tears me up inside
And there’s no consoling
Now the tears keep falling

I Wish I Had A Blue Guitar
To play the pain that’s in my heart
‘Cause I would play it soft and low
In shapes and shades of indigo
And as each blue note slowly dies
It falls like rain out of the skies
They’ll be no more pain in my heart
I Wish I Had A Blue Guitar

Now the memories wait in the stillness
I’ll join them soon enough
There’s no redemption in this quiet
Just our forgotten love

I Wish I Had A Blue Guitar
To play the pain that’s in my heart
‘Cause I would play it soft and low
In shapes and shades of indigo
And as each blue note slowly dies
It falls like rain out of the skies
They’ll be no more pain in my heart
I Wish I Had A Blue Guitar

There’s the clock that hangs on the wall
The hands don’t move at all
They just point to the twelve and the nine
Where our love was lost in time
There’s the phone that no longer rings
And a bird with no voice to sing
Ever since you gave me this broken heart
I’ve been Collecting Broken Things

There’s our house that’s in disrepair
Like there’s no one living there
All the curtains are torn and so thin
Still you can’t see out or look in
There’s a hope that no longer clings
And an angel that lost its wings
Ever since you gave me this broken heart
I’ve been Collecting Broken Things

And this box right here contains
All the life that still remains
So many plans and beautiful dreams
Broken promises, we never will redeem

In the loneliness of my night
I reach over to turn on the light
But no light shines through the shade
Gone are the shadows it once made
There’s a tomorrow with nothing to bring
An abandoned wedding ring
Ever since you gave me this broken heart
I’ve been Collecting Broken Things

Ever since you gave me this broken heart
I’ve been Collecting Broken Things

Old Thomas lives alone in two rooms above his garage
Fixing other people’s problems, sometimes his ’68 Dodge
He found Claire stranded one summer day, when her car just up and stopped
Two weeks later when she kissed him, her car ran just like a top

In the fall when they married, the whole town talked & they agreed
Claire was much too young and pretty, Thomas, too old and too naïve
Claire was seen with a man at the movie show, then again at the ice cream stand
Thomas would not believe a word of it, even after the trouble began

Poor Old Doubting Thomas reasoned away every broken promise
He won’t let the truth come out; he prefers the benefit of the doubt
If he won’t listen to idle gossip, then he’s not really being dishonest
He suspects the truth is something he can’t use
Poor Old Doubting Thomas

When the baby was born, he just assumed the boy was his
Still Claire went on a rampage, crying, “I’m not ready for this”
With the baby in his car, he drove over to his sister’s place
There his son was raised
Still Claire couldn’t stay
Poor Old Doubting Thomas

Sometimes in quiet moments, when there’s whiskey in his glass
He’s staring at the shadows; I know he’s thinking of his past
Those times I try to reach him to see if he knows what’s really true
But when a man doubts the facts of his life; there’s only so much his son can do

Poor Old Doubting Thomas reasoned away every broken promise
He won’t let the truth come out; he prefers the benefit of the doubt
If he won’t listen to idle gossip, then he’s not really being dishonest
He suspects the truth is something he can’t use
Poor Old Doubting Thomas
Poor Old Doubting Thomas

Don’t waste another moment, trying to figure out what you think you did wrong
Don’t you know you’re just the last on a list that goes on and on and on?
You put too much faith in someone born to let you down
Didn’t you hear that buzzing sound?

That’s What Mosquitoes Do
They’re only out for blood
They just hit and run
They’re not in it for love
They bite and fly away
And repeat it their whole lives through
That’s What Mosquitoes Do

You thought you had all the answers, dancing on the tip of your tongue
There was no saving this relationship; it was just a fling that was flung
You were fooled by a boy ‘cause he looked like a man
He was just looking for someplace to land

That’s What Mosquitoes Do
They’re only out for blood
They just hit and run
They’re not in it for love
They bite and fly away
And repeat it their whole lives through
That’s What Mosquitoes Do

Next time take a little time to get to know him
Before you let somebody in
Make sure they’re someone who can love you
Before you let him under your skin.

That’s What Mosquitoes Do
They’re only out for blood
They just hit and run
They’re not in it for love
They bite and fly away
And repeat it their whole lives through

That’s What Mosquitoes Do
They’re only out for blood
They just hit and run
They’re not in it for love
They bite and fly away
And repeat it their whole lives through
That’s What Mosquitoes Do

She came to town in a rusty old Valiant held together by a prayer
Loaded down with all her old dreams, old maps of how she got there

She probably made some wrong turns that threw her off track
Maybe she kept going to see where they would take her or maybe she’s working her way back

She made her home a refuge where life couldn’t get her down
In her bedroom she hung pictures of angels and Black Velvet Clowns

I first saw her, she was waiting tables, pouring coffee in my cup
She was looking down and smiling, just as I was looking up
She laughed at my old jokes, told a few of her own
I hung around as much as I could and one day she took me home

I became her companion; we were the talk of the town
And I woke each morning and saw angels and Black Velvet Clowns

We laughed away the evenings; it was just the two of us
Sometimes on weekends I’d work on her car, patching up the rust
Then one day when I was away at work and the sky was the blue of her eyes
She packed up and headed for the interstate and never stopped for goodbyes

Everyone saw her leaving; she drove through the center of town
Through car windows they saw her angels and Black Velvet Clowns

Now each day I think about her; it’s just as lonesome as it sounds
But each night I have dreams of an angel and her Black Velvet Clowns