Wire cage with rope and wooden framing doors behold. Prancing for the camera in some monthly centerfold. It's the loneliest, I've been so far. Someone left the golden door ajar.
Well, I'm sorry you're disappointed. But times they change and so did I. Standing still and getting nowhere quicker. Well, it seems I didn't have to try.
A simple word or two. I need a little clarity. If you make it clear. Doubt will surely disappear. . If I could see your hand. I bet you'd win. So make me understand.
Found a book of interest the other day. Compositions for the young and old to sing. Poems written many years ago. They told of family and hope and other things.
Look through the classifieds, maybe I'll find a friend who cares. Decent and true but my interests are few. And how would I reply? Start with, I've never done this before.
Days go by. I wait to see the city lights. Clear view sky. I've got to make the most of this. . I rewind the interstate. In my distant memory. Hateful logical.
Star bright so stunning and brilliant. The circle keeps spinning around me. My love, my God, what have I done to you. I've lost my one in a million. .
I was a small-town kid with no possessions. And I was bored beyond belief. I couldn't wait to get away from nowhere. I made a plan to finally leave. .
Now I walk through the day. Through the open fields. And I walk to my truck. To my truck and drive away. . To the road. Through the broken road and trusted road.
Checking in every morning. To the sound of steam and caffeine. The sludge in the bottom of the cup. Just like the sludge in the stream. . Slag heap keep growing higher.
This would be the sound of me. Looking for some kind of closure. You so sad, you just lost. The best thing you never had. . All those dreams I believed.
Get your ticket today. Make it all go away. Ticking off the world today. Make it all go away. . Take me up the top today. Make it all go away. Breaking all the rush today.
Early cloudy Sunday morning. A somber letter I did write. To let you know the status of this. Alcoholic madness, we have landed hard. . You deny that there's a problem.
Standing at the Argos. Basement where the sex goes. Centuries of seed and stain. Underwater we remain. . Nederlander profile. Round and nose of straight line.
What you say, what you mean. And the space between those words. What you know anymore. I don't think so anymore. . What you say, what you mean. And the distance that's between.
A pretty penny buys you lots of things. A wooden nickel's worth of diamond rings. Good ideas, dozen for a dime. And quarter notes are all lined up in time.
Trapped, silver blue. Plans, utterance. Crashed, turn away. Fate, suffocate. . Doesn't matter how hard I try. Doesn't matter how much I look at you. Doesn't matter how much I say.
Scratching at the surface. Keep the conversation light. Lest I seem offensive. Wouldn't want to be ostracized. . I don't want approval for what I say.
It began sometime last week. The feeling that most everything. Was changing for the worse. All the triggers pulled at once. So begins my ugly fall from grace again.
It began sometime last week. The feeling that most everything. Was changing for the worse. All the triggers pulled at once. So begins my ugly fall from grace again.