I’m with you

copyright 2014 T. James Hurley

Baby, the long week is over, Friday night comin’ ‘round.

It’s high time to play, what do you say we step out and paint the town?

Maybe we’ll take in a movie, go where the jazz is cool,

Head for the city and kick up our heels and act like a couple of fools.

Whatever you’d like to do, I’d like too, you suit me to a “T”,

I’m with you.

Maybe a little fine dining, I’ll come around about eight.

You take your time getting ready; we’ll be fashionably late.

No need to make reservations, the Maître ‘D knows our names.

“Glad you could make it, your table is waiting, allow me to pour the Champagne”.

And as you go walking by, every guy will catch my eye and know that I’m with you.

Now and then, I wonder if it’s not a little wrong, to feel so good the way I do.

When I see some other fella look at you too long and then you turn to me and

show that guy that… I’m the one with you.

Now that the evening is over… and Oh! What an evening it’s been…

Laughing and dancing and dining the kind of a night that you hope never ends.

This little moment of magic, the end of a perfect day.

And you’ve never looked more beautiful, but you take my breath away.

When you lean close to me and quietly say, “Why don’t we slip away?’’

Well, I'm with you, yeah, I’m with you.

Whatever you’d like to do, I’d like too, you suit me to a “T”,

I’m with you.

Mountain

copyright 2007 T. James Hurley

This is where a mountain used to be, a mountain used to be here.

This is where a mountain used to be. 

We took it down ‘cause it got in the way and you can’t have that.

This is where a mountain used to be.

It got in the way of the way of the world and you can’t have that.

It got in the way and everybody knows that you can’t have that,

no you can never have that.

This is why we keep these photographs.

They tell the checkered stories of our past.

And everything that’s come and gone is cataloged and kept along with reliable information,

and detailed illustrations, and elaborate explanations as to why these things are gone.

There is no right or wrong as progress marches on.

Marches on.

This is where our conscience used be.

It made itself a nuisance so you see...

We let it go ‘cause it got in the way and you can’t have that.

This is where our conscience used be.

Used to be.

Tempest in a teacup

copyright 2007 T. James Hurley

Saw the story in the news, someone tried to share their views

with someone else that just would not agree.

Angry words and tempers flared, sabres rattled, war declared,

now once again we’re standing on the brink.

Day after day the sun comes up and goes back down.

And nothing we can say will change the way the world goes ‘round.

Holding on to our illusions we tumble ‘round the sun.

Like a tempest in a teacup while the universe goes on and on and on.

Given the way it’s gone so far I wonder why it seems so hard

to understand that something must be wrong.

Find anything to believe, convert the world and make them see

your one true way...even if it takes a gun.

While day after day the sun comes up and goes back down.

And nothing we can say will change the way the world goes ‘round.

Holding on to our illusions we tumble ‘round the sun.

Like a tempest in a teacup while the universe goes on and on and on.

All we’ve ever become is older, without becoming wise.

If only passage of time could teach us, love might reach us...

But ‘til that time…Day after day…Day after day…

We tumble ‘round the sun, the way we’ve always done, like a tempest in a teacup.

And the universe goes on.

Jealous of the Moon

copyright 2006 T. James Hurley

Thanks to you, my oldest friend, I’ve always known

if the time should come, your loyal heart would show.

So I’ll ask you please to tell her no one else could love her more than I do.

Tell me, when you see her does she speak of me?

Does she ever say I’m in the dreams she sees?

Do the nights go by so slowly that they take eternity like mine do?

Maybe I should not have asked this favor of a friend.

All throughout the ages we’ve seen over and again...

Better to beware, all in love and war is fair.

So how can I be certain that the things I say to you,

are the very words you’ll say to her?

Please, I think I’m not myself, apologies are due.

No more faithful friend has ever been... than you.

And I know it’s foolish to become jealous of the moon.

But I do.