A couple of John Denver covers

December 1, 2019
Mark

Kind of similar in sentiment, but apparently written about 2 different young ladies, the second being Annie, his new wife.

“For Baby (For Bobbie)”

“Follow Me”

In Spite of All of It (Original)

October 31, 2019
Mark

I’ve stood this ground
In faithless doubt
It tears the spirit down
And wears a body out

Still marred by what
Most times forgot
To live by ancient oath
And thought it mattered not

These brilliant sights
These fancied flights
Absolved of all your sins and lies
And takes you by surprise

At times like this
Too much to miss
In spite of all my shit
She loves me anyway

Let’s not regret
Lest not forget
The overwhelming odds
That keep you part of it

Before you stands
This broken man
Forgive him for his faults
He does the best he can

I need your touch
Your words soft spoke
Your heart I trust to mend
And heal this body broke

In spite of all of it

Half a Thousand Miles More Rock to Denver (Original)

September 5, 2019
Mark

Drove half the night ’round hills outside of Barstow
Got half a mind to just keep drivin’ on
There’s half a thousand miles more rock to Denver
And a half-baked plan to blow off comin’ home

Spent some time thinking ’bout the situation
How’d we get to be so far undone?
Wrapped up in some transient angst and contemplation
Queryin’ for the truth in the rising sun

Lookin’ for a little divine inspiration
Hoping for some kinda meta cosmic clue
Canyons echoin’ answers with no translation
But all the signs keep pointing back to you

Bid the light through the window
Chase the storm clouds out of your mind, tell me
What you think you’re hoping to find?

With a wish and a whisper willing
Time make everything new
So every single, lonely byway
Blessed highway
Brings me back here to you

Following the path got set before me
Harder than a body should endure
Except for some crazy, phase-y faded memories
Whatever hopes you had you won’t find here no more

Wanting for that soul I know can heal me
Looks at me like I’m the setting sun
The one whose eyes I know can see right through me
Looks on me like I’m some chosen one

Take a look in the rear view mirror
What do you see?
Is it who you thought it’d be?

Stealin’ light from the shadows
Round these hills to carry me through
Now every single, lonely byway
Blessed highway
Brings me back home to you

22 (Original)

August 7, 2019
Mark

In this dusty arid desert town
The call went out when that Hell went down
No one seemed too much surprised this time around

The last count heard was 22
Word that some may still pull through
Everyone showed up again to mar that solemn ground

While on the big screen a madman screams
At the Lefts and the Rights and the In-betweens
The battles fought are all for naught with nothing to redeem

And once again you realize
The next latest last ditch compromise
Shouldn’t come as no surprise to anyone it seems

‘Til from up on the roofs and out in the fields
‘Til common sense finally forgets to yield
Soaring ever higher over everyone and everything

‘Til flaming embers from the fire of
Searing Truths that burn the Liars
Cleansed and burnished with desire for love and healing

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