Drowse
It's the sad eyed, goodbye, yesterday
moments I remember It's the bleak
street, weak kneed partings I recall It's
the mistier mist, the hazier days,
the brighter sun, and the easier
lays There's all the more reason
for laughing and crying When you're
younger and life isn't too hard at
all It's the fantastic drowse
of the afternoon Sundays That bored
you to rages of tears The unending
pleadings, to waste all your good
times In thoughts of your middle
aged years It's a vertical hold,
all the things that you're told For
the everyday hero it all turns to
zero And there's all the more reason
for living or dying When you're
young and your troubles are all very
small Out here on the street,
we'd gather up and meet And scuff
up the sidewalk with endlessly restless
feet Half of the time, we'd broaden
our minds More in the poolhall than
we did in the schoolhall With the
downtown chewing-gum bums Watching
the nightlife, the lights and the
fun Never wanted to be the boy
next door Always thought I'd be
something more But it ain't easy
for a small town boy It ain't easy
at all Thinkin' it right, doing
it wrong It's easier from an armchair Waves
of alternatives wash at my sleepness Have
my eggs poached for breakfast I guess... I'd
like to be Clint Eastwood Jimi Hendrix,
he was great let's try William The
Conqueror Now who else do I like?
*love teto*