(Verse 1)

Teach me to write
and I’ll bring life to the page with the pen
till words walk upright and take flight.
I’ll craft a masterpiece
of vivid visits to bridges of imagery
concocting scores to absorb your energy.

Teach me to speak
and I’ll do things with speech never seen.
My voice will paint scenes for the disturbed
and give words a color scheme.
Thought is the stream that feed the rivers of language
So allow you’re self to drown
I promise it’s painless; honest.

Teach me to love
and the sun will never set on your anxieties.
It will be worth it.
I know I’m not perfect, but I’ll try to be.
I’ll collect each tear that rains from your cloudy eyes
as a reminder that the pain dries
with the sunrise.

Teach me to listen
to avoid land mines and sand traps
and I’ll find my way by sniffing the sound
of the hand claps.
I have to relax
before I relapse and loose track
of the highlighted path I had marked on the map.

Teach me teach
and I’ll never cease to preach the gospel,
I’ll yell war till my thoughts soar to reach apostles,
I’ll walk on water and turn the water to wine
if it takes for ever that’s better
I’ve got nothing but time.

(Hook)
If you teach me then I’ll learn to be a human being active,
I was told the steps to take
I just haven’t had the practice.
I was to consumed with how to graduate the fastest;
but when fate broke the rose colored glass
I aced my classes.

If you teach me then I’ll learn,
just keep curriculum cohesive,
educate me in the promise land
of times sandy beaches.
Open the book of life to recite the lessons for today
so I can finally realize what peace is.

(Verse 2)

I have to learn to walk
so I can get off my hands and knees;
Be a man stand and believe
there’s forest beyond the trees;
To know there’s still life beyond the withered leaves;
To know there’s still warmth beyond the bitter breeze.

I have to learn to breath
and these cartons of cancer aren’t helping.
I know it’s three parts suicide
and one part rebellion.
I seldom desire what’s left or right,
I just hope the merch in the van is packed tight
so I don’t get left tonight.

I have to learn to escape,
because I hate being atop this auction block
waiting on display for the highest bidder.
My patrons today will stay vibrant;
I figure silence is the most dangerous violence in painted
pictures.

I have to learn to give,
because I can take with the best of them.

I have to learn to swim
so I don’t drown in my ego.

I have to learn to live
so I don’t die with the rest of them.
I have to learn to accept
the words I say affects the people.

Teach me to sing
so I can bring harmony to the chaos.
There’s more to explore with making noise then getting famous.

I have to learn that the joy is where the pain is,
so we earth dwellers can put away our umbrellas when the rain ends.

(Hook)
(Repeat to fade)