I Write Song Lyrics, Poetry, and Short Stories
After The Breakdown May 14th 2017
My finger tips are feeling a happy pain
dancing on the strings again
It might take a while
but it still makes me smile
to be able to see myself again.
You can live you can belong
you can have the right and wrong
You don't stand in my shoes
and you don't pay my dues
and you're not writing this here song
My eyes got wet before the break of day
when I was up all night with too much to say
I will never forget my feet of clay
and it could never hurt that much to pray.
Lay some new tracks and learn some new licks
and stay the hell away from politics
It's all just dog and pony tricks
It really isn't something I have to fix
I just need to walk away.
Just turn around and walk away.
There are so many different kinds of tears
For love or pain or joy or fears
I haven't cried like this in years
but it's not quite what it appears
I'll be right here when the smoke clears
So there no need to make amends
what's a little treachery between us friends
it's the art of the heart
to help a man start
to find his way back to himself again
but my eyes get wet before the break of day
when I'm up all night with too much to say
So I'll pick up my guitar and play
and sing in several shades of gray
Lay some new tracks and learn some new licks
and stay the hell away from politics
Forget the dog and pony tricks
find a better way to get my kicks..
I just need to walk away
just turn around and walk away
*to be edited and adjusted later*
My finger tips are feeling a happy pain
dancing on the strings again
It might take a while
but it still makes me smile
to be able to see myself again.
You can live you can belong
you can have the right and wrong
You don't stand in my shoes
and you don't pay my dues
and you're not writing this here song
My eyes got wet before the break of day
when I was up all night with too much to say
I will never forget my feet of clay
and it could never hurt that much to pray.
Lay some new tracks and learn some new licks
and stay the hell away from politics
It's all just dog and pony tricks
It really isn't something I have to fix
I just need to walk away.
Just turn around and walk away.
There are so many different kinds of tears
For love or pain or joy or fears
I haven't cried like this in years
but it's not quite what it appears
I'll be right here when the smoke clears
So there no need to make amends
what's a little treachery between us friends
it's the art of the heart
to help a man start
to find his way back to himself again
but my eyes get wet before the break of day
when I'm up all night with too much to say
So I'll pick up my guitar and play
and sing in several shades of gray
Lay some new tracks and learn some new licks
and stay the hell away from politics
Forget the dog and pony tricks
find a better way to get my kicks..
I just need to walk away
just turn around and walk away
*to be edited and adjusted later*
