Got to Speak Your Mind

That old crow on the post, oh what’s she got to do?
She’s not thinking ‘bout the weather, she’s just looking at you,
but your minds so tied, you didn’t see her ‘til she flew,
let it fly, you got to speak your mind.

Up ahead there’s a track, it goes on forever,
and you’re ridin’ down the line through the storm and the weather,
and this train will take you places, through the plain and the pleasure,
on this ride, you got to speak your mind.

Cause this river is rising, gonna pull you in,
it’s about damn time that you learn how to swim,
why wait for it to take you when you could ‘a jumped in,
this time, you got to speak your mind.

There’s an old man sitting on the side of the tracks,
he’s got a dollar in his hat and fatigues on his back
when you give him two dollars, his blue eyes ask,
today friend, did you speak your mind?

The clouds are gonna gather and the rain is gonna come,
and the meanness and the lies will strike like lightning, like a gun,
but the truth will shine through like a rising sun,
every time, you got to speak your mind.

I don’t go to your church, you don’t like the Grateful Dead,
I want cheese for breakfast, and you gave up eating bread,
you’re lookin’ so serious, and I’m out of my head,
we both got to speak our minds, yes we do, yes
we all got to speak our minds.

 

 

 

Falling Star

Just as this bed faces the window now,
just like we turn toward the night
where lace curtains hang like they’ve always hung
since people first learned how to hide.

Just like I want to turn toward you,
or how sometimes I might go inside
when you get home so late and I’m looking away,
still the words that you say, and the way that you say,

and the hands that you lay, the space just melts away.

Look how it’s all been forgotten,
how we all forgot something again,
we are trying to grow up and we’re trying to grow old,
and we find ourselves right where we’ve been

before, there were so many answers
from the suit men erupting like fires,
so we stand in the face of the answer man
and the smoke and the jokes and the liars,

and the forests are burning like pyres.

Just as I need to turn toward you now,
just like your arms hold me tight,
and we make a new verse to replace this old curse
for the poets who’ve shown us the light.

See how I’m learning the same thing again,
and this might always be how it goes,
so we do it all over, except this time it’s better,
and the night comes again, and the light comes again,

thought I’d walked through this door, then discover there’s more.

In a moment last night, in the dust of a dream,
a vision through half sleepy eyes,
but real as the truth, or the words that you say,
or the voices of those who will rise.

With love on our side, between curtains flung wide,
a star cuts the sky like a knife
with a trail so bright it erases the night
as the mountain erupts like a fire,

and the heat of it burns like a choir.

Be the Love

When the dust gathers,
sweep the floor,
when the soil dries,
water the plants,
when mouths are hungry,
bake the bread,
when fear rises up,
tuck in the children,
when you need to be heard,
listen,
when you need to know,
ask the question,
when it gets dirty,
wash the dishes,
when it gets dark,
throw back the curtains,
when nighttime falls,
greet the day,
if you cannot comprehend,
speak only the truth,
if the door closes,
open your palms,
if you lose your way,
walk the path,
if it is love you seek,
be the love.