Clay Ayers

Clay Ayers

BandAmericanaSinger/Songwriter

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Mary's Golden Road

Written By: Clay Ayers

I packed my bags last night, I have to go away.
I'm at the airport, I can't get on the plane.
I pick up a payphone, before I disappear.
"What you think your doing?” she said"Never call me here."

And so I took a breath and started to explain
just exactly where I was and at what number gate.
And I said if you leave right now you'd only be a few minutes late.
The sound of the dial tone decided my fate.
Hey everybody, look right over here. See the naked, desperate man whose slowly burning.
Hey everybody look right over here.
See the naked, broken man who's quickly learning to be discerning.

I'll tell you something boys that I've learned.
Mary's golden road can't be taken unless it's earned.
Mothers tell their little girls all paths are made of gold.
Little girls only know the things that they've been told.

And with her every breath I knew a lie was coming.
And I lived and basked and glowed in every single word.
But now her golden path is turning.
Into a mud-caked road that I never have deserved.

Hey everybody, look right over here. See the naked, desperate man whose slowly burning.
Hey everybody look right over here.
See the naked, broken man who's quickly learning to be discerning.

Hey everybody look right over here.
See the naked, broken man who's quickly learning.

The Company You Throw Away

Written By: Clay Ayers

I am standing, on the horizon.
Silhouetted to those behind me,
by the searing glow of forfeit.
But they’re standing so far back, and so blinded,
That they could never see,

Past this threshold that I’m standing on.
One day, all memory will be erased.
But until that day comes,
I can never forget she was the Rose of Sharon,
A lily among the thorns.
Is the true measure of a man judged by the company he keeps,
Or the company he can throw away?

Her father was a preacher.
Her mother gave good advice.
Why she never took it , I guess I’ll never know.
The weather turned cold
outside her apartment that night.
I only wish,
I would have known.

Cause you know I would have kicked that door right in
I would have snatched you up girl, taken you far away from him.
But you know, destiny has never been my friend.
I’m not even sure who really is.

I can’t see past this threshold
One day, all memory will be erased.
But until that day comes,
I can never forget she was the Rose of Sharon,
A lily among the thorns.
Is the true measure of a man judged by the company he keeps,
Or the company he can throw away?