Texas Bride - New Poem/Lyrics

My bags are packed up.
I'm ready for the flight.
Take the shuttle to the airport.
Get anxious in the security line.
Gaze around the room.
To see if anyone here catches my sight.
None of them will do.
I need to flee and find.
My Texas bride.

So I fly back home to Houston.
A layover in Dallas made for a surprise.
Seen two brunette ladies while waiting.
They ended up boarding the same plane as I.
In a window seat I heard talking.
They both sat down to my right.
I stole a couple of glances, what would that hurt?
I heard one tell the other, they were headed home to Denver.
Man, I had to let out a sigh.
I almost imagined either of them could be my Texas bride.

After landing at Bush, I grab my carry on and disperse.
Call for a cab and rush to wait outside.
Standing by the curb, I see a cute blonde in a skirt.
All types of thoughts run through my mind.
I casually walk over, but she walks off before I can get near.
Hear a honk and notice it's my ride.
To the Galleria, I say. The driver mumbles OK.
And we're off into the night.
To find my Texas bride.

After some quiet moments.
We finally arrive.
He asks for a tip, I say I don't know what that is.
All I see now is the cabs taillights.
Walking over to the waterwall, my heart has never been as strong.
I feel at peace in this city of mine.
Do I deserve love?
Can I have a child or wife?
How long must I wait?
To find, my Texas bride.

Oh Austin(The City) - A poem

This is just something short about a city I've become fascinated with recently. A city I'd love to spend more time in.

Oh Austin
Down 35 12 hours away.
I can't here your voice from here.
I can only imagine the sound being great.
Oh Austin
I've noticed downtown starting to reach towards the sky.
Do the urban elite like watching it rise?
Are the bats still a sight?
Would I need a car, or could I make it with a bike?
I'd rather avoid the messy bridge on 35.
Oh Austin
Your jammed surface streets.
Parking lot highways.
Rising rent.
Yet you're still oh so tempting.
Oh Austin
Have you lost your charm?
From far away I can't tell.
Have you sold out to yuppies?
You must have other qualities to sell.
Are you the artist safe haven?
That you are made out to be.
A utopia in the middle of a dead sea.
Oh Austin
I'll find out for myself.
Leave a light on for me.

WZ