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Part of the plan by Rob Crocker

 

Well  you may not know me             

you might have seen me stare

I've been sitting here so long

Pretending  I don't care

And nothing feels right, with a 

White flag to end a fight 

And I don't know where to go 

After leaving you alone 

I feel like I just lost my home

 

no more...

no more.                              

 

My lady you know 

I  had no right 

You were living your life

While I was  picking fights.                 

Like burning rope to fray 

Constantly pushing you away 

I guess I lost my best

Putting my youth to rest 

And I don't know where to go

 

No more

No more

 

I don't need to drag my feet on the ground...

Not when your around

I don't need to turn my life upside down

Not when your around

I don't need to lose myself in the crowd 

Not when your around

No more, no more

No more, no more

 

Sometimes It's crazy                                 To reason with our plans

You think your on a course 

But end up far from land

And  maybe, maybe                              

Its all part of the plan

Shipwrecked by Rob Crocker

The ship wrecked

35 years before

I laid eyes on you

any my heard leapt

but I did know how

to see it through

your my anchor 

my best friend 

the treasure I found

in a black dress

the tough love beauty

that got 

Beneath my chest

Baby the the gold is still there

its lying beneath the sea

I've been swimming in the deep

picking up every piece that's left of me

if there is a compass

to take me back to home 

I pray every day I won't

live there all alone 

Baby the gold is still there

its lying beneath the sea

I've been swimming in the deep

picking up every piece that's left of me

Green and gold By Rob Crocker

 

I've fought for dimes

And slept in the cold

I've looked outside

And searched for gold

I've lived my life

Done the right things

I can say i've Made my mistakes

And broken my wings

 

But I  wont stop smiling at you

And I won't lose my mind

Leave my eyes on the road

And yours of green and gold

I have been with strangers

And always felt alone

Settled down with whiskey

And reached for the phone

I've been knocked down

With mountains on me

Seen the struggle of children

lost in a users decree

Nothing seems right

There's nothing left to unfold

Better to bask in the sun

Then be left out in the cold

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