come on in i got a sale on scratch and dent dreams.

whole cases of imperfect ambitions. stuff the idealist couldn't sale.

i know none of it's got price tags. you decide how much it is worth. and none of it is that glossy colored packaging, but all works just fine.

i got rainy day swing sets and good night kisses, and stationary stars still flying at the speed of light.

and over there in the back if you dig down through those alabaster stop lights and old 45 there's a whole crate of second hand hope.

Yea right there, yea that's old hope, you just got to work ..polish it up a bit. most folks give up to easily. they trade it in for some ejection molded here and now.

and over there across to free way you see that purple awing flapping in the breeze, that's momma genunines shop. she's older than all of us put together, but she still laughs like a house.

now she only sells tools but not like you know. she's got saws that put back together, drills that make whole, mama's a cool legend to know, and she sells duct tape to.

and down there at the end of the block are two kids crew cut and pig tails sitting behind a vinyl top table selling peanut butter ice cream out of a galvanized pail, and there is no medifor there it's just good ice cream.

so here's what you do. take a look around pick out what reminds you of places you wanted to be but gave up on going and jam it all in this big box called now. and then go across the street to mama genuines ask her how she's been and show her what i gave you, she'll know exactly what you need

then go back out to the center of that freeway and get work making it all fit … you wont have and directions or factory number tabs, but don't panic there's a hundred ways to do it right and none to do it wrong, because your starting with what has already been given up on. you can't do any worse.

use the tools that mama gave you, hum a little while you work. and if you find yourself sprouting extra thumbs take a break.

go down the block , get yourself an ice cream, smile when they hand it to you, tip them if you can, and when you get back it is all going to make sense. you'll see where it is going to fit perfect and where the duct tape has to go.

and when you get finished. take what ever spare parts that you have at the bottom of now and make you a little sign that says tomorrow and hang it on your masterpiece. and then you go back down to the block where the two kids are packing up their peanut butter enterperise because somebody told them it would fail and i want you to hand them tomorrow, make sure they know how important it is and after they have run off with it all elbows and smiles you all can come back here we'll do it all over again.

now i am not telling you this to make a profit that's how so many good ideas go wrong I'm just tired of seeing everyday people streaming through these doors convinced they got to hock even their littlest hopes and dreams to fund their 401k's I'm tired of seeing this whole world bet on going big or giving up. only handing out glory to news paper head lines and storybook endings, because the truth is i think we need those swing sets most on the rainy days. i am happy going to bed with just a goodnight kiss, and i believe that beauty can be as simple as two kids crew cut and pig tails handing me a scoop of peanut butter ice cream that taste so good you'll think it's was a dream.