Late night, restless, I listen to music and drink
Too much, remember when I thought I might
Be a musician, but the stage was never right
But the song flowed and I felt the vibrations sink
Into me everywhere I went, I felt the wind howl
I felt the birds screaming out their flutter hearts
I could have been, perhaps, so I listen to parts
Of albums that I wish I could have sewn
Into the fabric of your heart, and maybe
Regret a little that I walked away, stepped back
And found another way to sing — we will see
When I am dead if god permits a bit of slack
To let me forget the feel of songs I never wrote
That sit on tips of tongues without a hum or note
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