Writings & Works by John Jones

Tag: song

Empty

December 2019

[Verse 1]

When did this old house start feeling empty?

Did I lose track of the time?

Its wailing walls call out to meet me

But I still say I’m fine

Andy’s Song

November 2019

I know You’re still here beside me

But I don’t hear Your voice

I have fought against the silence

But I feel like I don’t have a choice

Everything But the Truth

June 2019

[Verse 1]

They say the road is paved with good intentions

But really it’s just our voices in their ears

So Wormwood listen up and listen close now

And bring to life their deepest, darkest fears

You Say

August 2018

Saw you in the diner

Sitting up at the counter

Blue dress and your dancing shoes

But there was no one next to you

I Know

December 2016

Should I have walked away in the dark?

Should I have left you standing there alone?

The rain came down on that cold and dreary night

But I left as cold as a stone

Just One Night

March 2018

Written by John and Madelynne Jones

Wasting time in your living room

Time flies by; will the sun come up soon?

Another book read, it’s a quarter after 10

Nowhere to go, I’m just glad I have a friend

Half a Dream

February 2017

Inspired by Paul Coehlo’s The Alchemist, and written with Madelynne Jones

When I was young I wanted all that I have now

When I was you I knew this truth,

That I’d get here somehow

This is better than any place I’ve been before

Is there a need for brighter shores?

The Ballad of Bill Miner

January 2018

Come on down and hear the tale

Of a man with a bounty the size of a whale

A Colt .45 was his dame of choice

A six-round shooter his second voice

Sea of Fire

February 2017

Inspired by Paul Coehlo’s The Alchemist

For two hundred years I’ve walked upon this world
Desert sands around me, they whipped and swirled
Learning the skills of what old men could’ve sold
Turning metal to gold using power before untold

Breathe

February 2017

Inspired by Paul Coehlo’s The Alchemist

I live a life of serenity
My freedom is here with my sheep
But this freedom can turn into a prison
When all my dreams get locked into a keep

You have a nice bottom, too.