A song I wrote almost two years ago about the longing for someone in your past that is with someone else, and you do not know how to tell them.

Just another love song to my girl from my new EP that I'm finishing up called, Long Time to Be Nowhere, named after another one of my songs.

A standard folk song about the perils of self-inflicted loneliness.

I can hear it in your voice

Through the darkness in the room

It's not an if, it's not a choice

But like the air that we consume

A visceral moment

A violet as it blooms

All these words remain unsaid

But they echo through the room

But we have no more choices

Just the people that we meet

And the sound of both our voices

In the silence makes us weak

Oh we were made to fall in love

But in the shadow's where we sleep

No more letters left to send

And the time is what we keep

But we're made to fall in love

Oh we were made to fall in love



I can see it in your eyes

Through the light within the room

It's not hello but just goodbyes

And like the air that we consume

A beautiful moment

A violet as it blooms

All these words remain unsaid

But they echo through the room

But we have no more choices

Just the people that we meet

And the sound of both our voices

In the silence makes me weak

But we're made to fall in love

But in the shadow's where we sleep

No more letters left to send

And the time is what we keep

But we were made to fall in love

Oh we were made to fall in love!

Wistful love song. (vocal: Randall Johns)

This song is about the changes that divorce have on your relationship with your children.

First, it wasn't cool to be fat. Then fat people started saying "screw you, I like myself." I like that spirit.