Singing Promises in Paris
In a tiger-print coat;
Playing a red guitar
With Fire and Soul.
Everyone Else is Doing it
So Why Can’t We?
Take No Baggage
On The Journey.
The music is Loud and Clear—
The Summer Song will Linger;
But it’s All Over Now…
Without the perfect singer.
It’s Raining in My Heart,
And I’m Losing My Mind.
The Roses are fading
And I keep asking Why?
Dreaming My Dreams—
I Can’t Be With You.
Just My Imagination
In the Electric Blue.
I Still Do have Dreams.
But I Still Can’t shake—
The Shattered Illusion.
We all need Saving Grace.
No Need to Argue—
Don’t Put Me Down.
You say, “I Just Shot John Lennon.”
Don’t ask me How.
Let’s Bury the Hatchet
And remember the Ecstasy.
Quit being a Lunatic
And Throw Your Arms Around Me.
You Always were So Good
To Show Me the Stars.
I looked into your Pretty Eyes
And saw your Crazy Heart.
Do You Know
What’s on my mind?
Ridiculous Thoughts
Is what you’ll find.
Every Morning I pray
God Be With You.
Will You Remember
The Picture I View?
I Will Always think
That you were Pretty—
When you were singing
Zombie, Zombie.
When I feel the Pressure,
I start Waltzing Back;
Everything I Said—
Catch Me if You Can.
Forever Yellow Skies
Wake Up and Smell the Coffee;
Battling the Animal Instinct
Like every Desperate Andy.
Your Conduct is confusing
You say you’re Not Sorry.
I feel so Empty
Are You Listening?
Thinking of When We Were Young
I Wanted you to write
An Ode to My Family
The Apple of My Eye
With You and Me
It’s never an Ordinary Day
I feel so Lost
But Salvation comes Sunday
Leaving Hollywood
For A Place I Know.
Wake Me When It’s Over—
I’m just an average Joe.
This is the Day
I try to Analyse;
But In the End
We’re Free to decide.
We give honor
To the Faithful Departed
I’m Still Remembering them
In the Garden.
When You’re Gone
I Really Hope…
We can Carry On—
Tomorrow.
Wesley’s Writings 