Time to trade
this new pain for old
We always long
for the good ol' days
Those old familiar scars
are always part of you
Time to pack my bags
and hit the road
Well, I aint got nothin' to do,
but a whole lot of thinkin'
So I'm gonna do
a little bit a drinkin'
When the dust settles on
this old road
Wash them blues away an' put
some miles behind me
Never wanna light for long
Start feeling pain, and I'll be gone
I'm a ghost of my former self
I get high only to
fall to the ground
Little pieces of me
scattered from town to town
People I can't
forget, always
get me down
Never wanna leave town, but
can't stick around
Fresh wounds and heartache
take me away
Miles pass like years
Wind blowin' away my tears
A work in progress, this blog will be the home to random contemplations and diatribes. I am also including links to graphs and info so they are easily accessible. I have decided to post some old rants and thoughts. You will notice the dates in the title. I am always amazed how stuff continues to be relevant even years after the fact.
Saturday, August 28, 2021
Wind Blowing Away my Tears
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