Lyrics for Older and Wiser CD

Invisible – Lyrics

Written by Marshal Jon McKitrick
Copyright 2013

People pass not knowing
Where they’ve hid the missing grin
Dust moves in the sunlight
Swirling in its spin
I think I was forgiven many years before I knew
Invisible to me and so invisible to you

Lose the memory of everything I had before
Finger on my pulse with someone knocking at the door
Half-remembered, half-forgotten
Funny little tune
Forgettable to me and so forgettable to you

I saw the dripping wax, candles melt away
Brush of burning wings, angels flew astray
Salvation in an hourglass, leaps from grain to grain
Left alone in shallow sleep, no sorrow in my pain

So walk the pavement cracks and find
Your freedom in the sun
While dragonflies will hover as they
Dance in foreign tongues
The end is never near or where
Your life may lead you to
Unbeatable by me and so unbeatable by you

People pass not knowing
Where they’ve hid the missing grin
Dust moves in the sunlight
Swirling in its spin
I think I was forgiven many years before I knew
Invisible to me and so invisible to you


Moonlight – Lyrics

Written by Marshal Jon McKitrick
Copyright 1990

Moonlight, sunshine…even cloudy skies
Daylight, night time…as I open up my eyes
I tell myself to wake up to another shining day
And feel this moment as it comes around to stay in….

Daydreams, nightmares…everyone has known
Darkness, bright shades…in the cold, clean lights are shown
I walk the streets and wonder as the evening clouds roll on
And still this feeling of a time when I belonged to…

Starlight, night beams…ending of the day
Goodnight, sweet dreams…nothing more to say
I close my eyes and think of now and drift away to then
And float on questions, hoping to begin again with…

Moonlight…sunshine, moonlight…sunshine
Moonlight, sunshine, moonlight, sunshine…
Moonlight


Earth Changes – Lyrics

Written by Marshal Jon McKitrick
Copyright 1990

When the ocean moves to land
And the wind is blowing with the treetops rolling
Clouds across the sky
And the rain is falling with the thunder calling

The earth is ever changing
Just re-arranging the scenery
She circles through each season
For no good reason that I can see
Turning and spinning and rolling along with the tide
In the ocean of life,we’re just going along for the ride

When the fire touches sky
And the smoke is rising, it is not surprising
With a mountain’s ancient cry
There’s a new volcano as the lava flows

The earth is ever changing
Just re-arranging the scenery
She circles through each season
For no good reason that I can see
Turning and spinning and rolling along with the tide
In the ocean of life, we’re just going along for the ride

At the bottom of a tree
Where the roots are growing, there’s a power flowing
Something wild and free
As it takes direction, seeking its perfection

The earth is ever changing
Just re-arranging the scenery
She circles through each season
For no good reason that I can see
Turning and spinning and rolling along with the tide
In the ocean of life,we’re just going along for the ride


Older and Wiser – Lyrics

Written by Marshal Jon McKitrick
Copyright 1995

Older and wiser won’t make you any smarter
Tried and true can leave you feeling blue
One day you’ll realize it’s not what you’re after
But more to the point what you do

When I was younger I knew who I what wanted to be
Grew up some more and got distracted by philosophy
Went looking for the truth and took some
Twists and turns along the way
Wound up where I am now, what more can I say?

Older and wiser won’t make you any smarter
Tried and true can leave you feeling blue
One day you’ll realize it’s not what you’re after
But more to the point what you do

I thought when I was older
I’d do the things I wanted to do
Stay up all night and have fun with a friend or two
Life would be so easy, I wouldn’t have a care in the world
The bomb was far away, the grass was green
And the sky was blue, that’s right…

When I get short and grey
And start parting my hair in the back
I’ll still be alive, regardless of the parts I may lack
I’ll think about the good times
And lose the times I’d rather forget
Dream on with a friend
Of all the things that haven’t happened yet

Older and wiser won’t make you any smarter
Tried and true can leave you feeling blue
One day you’ll realize it’s not what you’re after
But more to the point what you do


Glass Boxes – Lyrics

Written by Marshal Jon McKitrick
Copyright 1990

Glass boxes and towers grabbing the sky
Spires of steel and plastic way up in the blue
Evening windows of light, full of hopes and dreams
And all those little schemes
Will never keep the sun away or ever hide my view

Standing up tall both feet on the ground
Shuffling down the street, barely making a sound
It’s an echoless canyon full of demanding money and control
But even if the price is right, they’ll never own my soul

The architect designs and shapes a building
And maybe draws a line or two for fun
But thoughts and feelings crammed into those giant puzzle boxes
Are longing for the fresh air and the sun

Moving the earth and putting up walls
Reaching for “world class” while we add to the sprawl
All the people amazed at the glittering haze forget about the stars
I’m wondering, worrying, maybe we’ve gone too far

The architect designs and shapes a building
And maybe draws a line or two for fun
But thoughts and feelings crammed into those giant puzzle boxes
Are longing for the fresh air and the sun

Glass boxes and towers grabbing the sky
Spires of steel and plastic way up in the blue
Evening windows of light, full of hopes and dreams
And all those little schemes
Will never keep the sun away or ever hide my view
Will never keep the sun away or ever hide my view


The Waiting Room – Lyrics

Written by Marshal Jon McKitrick
Copyright 2013

In the waiting room, in the waiting room

In the waiting room, wait for the change
In the waiting room, life gets rearranged
In the waiting room, flat on my back
In the waiting room, close to the attack

I stare at the sunlight on the window blind
Watch the shadows move around
I can’t wait to leave here and get on with my life
This world may be illusion, but look what I’ve found

In the waiting room, in the waiting room

In the waiting room, wait for the change
In the waiting room, life gets rearranged
In the waiting room, flat on my back
In the waiting room, close to the attack

I wanted to be here, I was happy at first
The closer I got, the more I hurt
We sat on our islands, both safe and secure
Watching each other and dodging the lure

In the waiting room, in the waiting room

Where am I now, like nothing really happened
Back at square one
In the waiting room, in the waiting room

I can’t use your pet name, but I know your soul
Is this friendship we have out of the ashes and coals?
Lost in the wilderness of new territory
We’ve come so far with so little glory

In the waiting room, in the waiting room

Count the holes in the tiles
Figure out the miles
Twiddle my thumbs
Run up the sums

The waiting room, the waiting room……………Wait!


Who is John Galt? – Lyrics

Written by Marshal Jon McKitrick
Copyright 1990

If machines stopped, would the world come down to a standstill?
If the motor died, would we still find a way to be satisfied?
From the grid of power to the lines of produce
When the wheel stops dead can we shake ourselves loose?

If we cared for old ways left to rust while we rush to the end
Would the world shine underneath from the armor
We sweated to bend

Do we stand for what’s right or do we swallow the wrong?
Do we give it all up to fit in and belong?
Do we tighten our belt or throw in the towel?
Start all over again and keep the motor tied down,
Keep it tied down?

If we walked off from the gleam of machines
And our toys in the dust? Could we stay strong
Without all the distractions and learn how to trust?

Do we stand for what’s right or do we swallow the wrong?
Do we give it all up to fit in and belong?
Do we tighten our belt or throw in the towel?
Start all over again and keep the motor tied down?

If machines stopped, would the world come down to a standstill?
If the motor died, would we still find a way to be satisfied
Satisfied, satisfied


Owls at Twilight – Lyrics

Written by Marshal Jon McKitrick
Copyright 2013

Owls hooting in the moon at twilight
Rabbits cuddle up close together
In tunnels of soft hay
And owls will be asleep at morning time

It’s still the night of sorcerers and grace
The moon shines upon your face as you
Walk through the moonlight watching the owls

Suddenly the dawn has broke and you go home
And owls hoot and hoot into their safe places, safe places

Owls hooting in the moon at twilight
Rabbits cuddle up close together
In tunnels of soft hay
And owls will be asleep at morning time


Beauty Is – Lyrics

Written by Marshal Jon McKitrick
Copyright 1995

Beauty is as beauty does and what you see
Is seldom what you want
Pretty is as pretty does and what you feel is
Closer to the hunt

You may love every mystery face
And still kiss that empty sky
Put your mark on half the human race
Create a reason to cry

Flesh and blood with skin and bone
So close to home, easy to destroy
Taken in by pleasant grins, emotions spin
Headed for the void

You can make all your fantasies real
And never get a moment’s rest
Walk away, pretend you have the will
Discover that you fail the test

Simple is as simple does and what you know
Is stronger than you think
Ugly is as ugly does and if it shows
Just hold your breath and blink

Beauty is, beauty is
Beauty is the mark of the beast
And what matters least
Will I survive?


River City Trouble – Lyrics

Written by Marshal Jon McKitrick
Copyright 1990

Salmon jumping upstream, dead on the sand
Bums on the riverbank, hold out their hands
River City Trouble, watching the water rise

Water running everywhere and not a drop to drink
Don’t fill your teacup with water from the sink
Just a dirty puddle, watching the river rise

Snows in the mountains, melting the pack
L. A.’s got the water and they won’t give it back
Savings & Loans floating them homes downstream……
Can you believe it?

Old town’s gettin’ bigger, bursting the seams
Someone’s got their hands on a bundle of green
Pesticide water, hosing my garden down

Rats in the kitchen, cows in the corn
Homeless in their boxes just wanna’ stay warm
Fish in a barrel, waiting on winter storms
I don’t believe it ….

The banks are overdrawn and the fish are in hock
Bums are caught between no home and a rock
River City Trouble watching the water rise…..
River City Trouble, wake up and open your eyes…


Blood for Big Oil – Lyrics

Written by Marshal Jon McKitrick
Copyright 1995

Blood for Big Oil, dying to see
Who picks the fruit from the paradise tree
Blood for Big Oil, people will bleed
Paying the price for our own human greed

Iraqi troops in Kuwaiti sand
Line up the soldiers and give the command
No moon at night, as the wind dies down
Twenty year old draftees from the USA
Overnight departure for some holiday pay
The Seven Sisters rub their hands and pray

Blood for Big Oil, dying to see
Who picks the fruit from the paradise tree
Blood for Big Oil, people will bleed
Paying the price for our own human greed

Blood for Big Oil……….

Cost of crude is rising with no shortage in sight
People gettin’ angry, they think it’s their right
To keep up this breakneck pace dancing over the edge
There’s a lesson to be learned before it’s time to go
From dead dinosaurs buried below
Excuse me while I drive my car down to Texaco

Blood for Big Oil, dying to see
Who picks the fruit from the paradise tree
Blood for Big Oil, people will bleed
Paying the price for our own human greed
We pay the price for our own human greed


Four Corners – Lyrics

Written by Marshal Jon McKitrick
Copyright 1990

Lonely light at the foot of a mountain
Shrinking star on the pale purple snow
White cloud hills cover stone-cold floors
River lines frozen below

Four corners, center of a nation’s heartbeat
Four corners, desert, mountain and sky
Four corners of my life, tomorrow’s whisper of why

In a pressure fed bird I fly overhead
Westward into a New Year
Read some lines of a future in time
Digital noise is all I hear

Four corners, your song is the open sky
Four corners, a chant for the earth in the cold
Four corners of a time and place, eternally old

Down below I watch your passing
Leaving vapor trails behind
I’m still here when you’re a memory
I’ve been here a long, long time

Waiting in the quiet canyons
Under ice and powder lakes
A presence aware of a change in the air
While we somehow survive our mistakes

Four corners, air, water, fire and earth
Four corners, listen to the world breathe
Four corners are the balance points
Of the life we will weave