Thoughts, Words, Lyrics From a Ride

Perspective

m.j.jackson ©wfm 2001

Sometimes I’m a speck surrounded by sea.

Sometimes I’m just a speck.

And sometimes - I’m just me.

It’s not a bad idea.

m.j.jackson ©wfm 2001

Lure me summit and I step all the way.

Like a moon call me from it; a cloud in the distant day.

Dressed to soothe one stride from it; talkers they walk away.

I’m in the mood don’t rush me from it; I think I know I am here today.

Foresake me sky clear.

Cross on a box - what does it say?

It’s not a bad idea.

Like air - I wish it were here to stay.

Come on alone, bygone, watching a distant me.

This can be the throne, a stumble down - personal enemy.

Vision the eyes can pierce - under a layer of melody.

I could be sounding kind of fierce - it only doesn’t want this to be.

Share thee sky clear.

Cross on a box - what does it say?

It’s not a bad one here.

Like air - I wish it were here to stay.

Tidal Rim (The Clear Road Song)

m.j.jackson ©wfm 2001

Clouds come a-rolling in, and I pedal on slowly.

Grey air the perfect tinge - so I look to the sky.

Rain drop touch upon my skin, and it thinks that I’m lonely.

Drops and dust they’re mixin’ it, so I pedal on down.

Leaning back I breathe it in, and I’m living this only.

Foreign man he’s come and been, so I keep it to me.

The simple rain won’t bother him, weatherproof rotund sentry.

Paths are leading me from him, now my pedals are done.

--- I keep falling for the sky,

--- The contours breathing for my eye,

--- And when my heart beat’s in decline I’ll be fireside.

Roads come on winding here, and I pedal on strongly.

Time comes in with the air, so I breathe it in slowly.

Wheel upon the tidal rim, it is tumblin’ freely.

Stars they read my every whim - make me a friend for the eve.

--- I keep on falling for the sky,

--- The contours breathing for my eye,

--- And when I find my heart’s desire I’ll get fireside.

More Than a Thousand Miles

m.j.jackson ©wfm 2001

You only want me ‘cuz I’m new.

You only picked me from the pile because I glisten - ain’t that true.

I (you) walked into that room.

--- And she said “Are you gonna take me?”

--- He said “You’re just what I’ve been looking for.”

The hands they felt like they belonged.

They ran a course along her contours with a gentleness so strong.

He knew this was the one.

--- “Are you gonna take me?” she said.

--- “I’ve been looking for you for so long”

The scent it caught him by surprise.

He thought he’d never make the choice so smartly - it was in his eyes.

Time and fortune will decide.

He sees his heart and money fly.

He shares the eve--nings with her ...and now I can only breathe a silent sigh.

A life to travel by and by.

--- “Where’re you gonna take me?” he said

--- Her here and now had come so...

--- “Where’re you gonna take me?” she said

--- His here and now had come so...

--- “I'll take you where you take me” they said

--- Their here and now had come so soon.

Now a thousand miles won't break their hearts.

But a thousand more might be the catalyst to make them never want to be apart.

A step's the way to start.

From Where I Stand

m.j.jackson ©wfm 2001

From where I stand

the street light glows.

An orange glow,

but the sunset’s red from where I stand.

From where I stand

the stars emerge.

Like a sand dune’s surge.

You’ll find this said from where I stand.

From where I stand

the pegs are tapped,

with short sharp raps,

but don’t get drawn from where I stand.

From where I stand

no one else seems to see.

But I can see

a world turns round from where I stand.

From where I stand

You’ll see it’s hard.

It’s hard to see

who’s in command from where I stand.

Until I Fall

m.j.jackson ©wfm 2001

Well she had taken-on-the-world... and won.

She had made-a-little-change, see her - she’s not the only one.

Now her opening-of-arms... has gone.

I’ll be chasing-on-a-dream... that might bring me near...

To Her. What am I gonna do?

To Her. She’ll see my whole life through.

To Her. I’ll take a chance or two.

To Her I’ll be near...

I’ll be pushing-all-my-hearts aside.

They’ll be playing-second-fiddle, I know I’ll be content inside.

When I find-the-one-to-whom... I confide.

She’ll know that there’s-a-part-of-her... that might bring me near...

To Her. What am I gonna do?

To Her. She’ll see my whole life through.

To Her. I’ll take a chance or two.

To Her I’ll be near...

And when my waiting-with-my-men... envisions you.

You’ll know my heart-has-found-again, and it’s piecing back to one from two.

With my opening-of-arms... it will be true.

I’ll be taking-on-the-world... but until I fall...

Until I fall for her...

What will my life become?

For Her. I’ll be the longing one.

For Her. I’ll make a chance and with it run.

For Her I’ll be here...

A to B Alone

m.j.jackson ©wfm 2001

A, A to B alone. Some wonder if I’ll ever, ever come on home.

I go, all upon my own - buying tickets, turning corners, it seeds the life I’ve grown.

Some wonder as I wander in the far away.

Some wonder as I wander in the far away.

I dine, dine on everyday. The visions are the food that fuel a coming day.

Tomorrow, what becomes my potion - is a river, or a forest, mountains, a roaring ocean.

But time, time is cast away. It is nothing. Dusk and dawn are mine to set each day.

And so, I wonder on. Finding places from my dreams - these pathways can’t be wrong.

Some wonder as I wander in the far away.

Some wonder as I wander in the far away.

My fill, could be here soon. So I take these moments, pocket them, for a rainy afternoon.

Reflections like in a mirror star. So long from A now - have I really come this far?

Wide River (Mann R)

m.j.jackson ©wfm 2001

Wide river with your rolling stones -

Guide me to a home, but keep me near.

A sandy road that follows you -

May it lead me too, and spare me thought.

I think of and see the things you bring -

And as your water sings, don’t rush into the sea.

Wide river with your rolling stones, guide me to a home.

Wide river with your rolling stones - guide me to a home.

Amongst high hills you cut your path -

And as nature’s wrath, it holds me in fear.

Diversions are your signature -

A winding map for the, guiding I sought.

Still your flow is ever long -

And as you soothe my song, never let me be.

Wide river with your rolling stones, guide me to a home.

Wide river with your rolling stones - guide me to a home.

The Short Fall (Hazchem)

m.j.jackson ©wfm 2001

Lovers, I think you missed that waterfall.

Beautiful and oh-so tall.

You’d fall in love again.

Wonderful, the scenery you left behind.

You turned your back or changed your mind.

While I found that there was more.

Trouble, the road ahead around the bend

A telling bell, the twisted end.

You would have missed it all.

Uncovered, the reasons why you came so far.

To fall just short - it caused alarm.

For I’ve seen it all before.

Lovers, love’s a fix but it won’t mend.

The things you pass up to life’s end.

You’d have missed it all again.

All words ©wfm m.j.jackson 2001