“a Story”
I’ll state the facts
With words I can’t take back
The harsh realities of life
that lost loves’ prescribe

I remember when we were singing on the street corners.
I remember when we were gonna be famous performers.
Driving down dirt roads,
Drawing you as a puff of smoke.

And I was gonna be her knight in shining armor.
Just singing for her on that street corner.
We were gonna be famous performers.
As sure as we were compatible as coughing and cancer.

You’re fascinating like a drug.
Overdosing upon your thought.
If it weren’t you, it would be another person.
If it weren’t you, I would be hooked on another version.

Some friends are dead and gone.
And others just moved on.
Broken bottles, my artist mind,
Ought to have had this catharsis outlined.

She has kids who are
Now the age when we met.
She has kids who are
Now the age when we met.
Daddy’s working harder than
the father he never had.
Daddy’s working harder than
the father he never had.

I’m all just talk.
Those kids are works of Art.
Folks are singed into my thoughts.
Like my old friends,
that I revisit and relive again.

I’ll state the facts.
Words I can’t take back.
The harsh realities of life
that lost loves’ prescribe.