Written: February 11, 2010
Oh, what's right in front of me
I know you're seeing it, too
Being that I'm not from these parts,
Here's to us & our futures, too
Oh, I'm back to that old-time feeling
The one they've often written of in books
But I'm guessing that what you're thinking
Falls right in-line with my wide-eyed looks
And with that piano player in the corner
With an ear tuned to Talk Radio
Like a silent reporter
Oh, what's right in front of me
I know you're seeing it,too
Being that I'm not from these parts,
Here's to us & our futures, too
Oh, I'm on to that old-time feeling
The kind you hear about by listening
And your voice is mellow poetry
If only for a few grains of sand passed
And yellow ginger flavors my night's dinner
But your thoughts keep my mind well-fed
And I'd love to hear you sing
Sunday, February 14, 2010
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