Another working day
7: 00am rise
heading off down the
yard
...
Standing outside a smokey music
bar in pouring
the passengers inside being lifted
to musical heaven
...
There's always a lonely little boy
somewhere
probably sitting under some tree
wondering where he will be
...
Early mornings are the worst
as soon as you open your eyes
the power of the sun hits your
face
...
First off they have no idea
they have a thought in their head but they have no idea
you tell them and they get this idea
they think they know and that you are wrong
...
That worry you when you think your about to lose someone or something
that worry that you may never see that someone or something again
smashing your brain walls and keeping you awake all night
that heart pounding idea that thats it, that it's about to go
...
The parties are over
they are nothing more than a dead dance
trying to get everyone up and dance
but all it is, is a dead waltz.
...
Smokey old bar with an old jazz piano
on the stage
a thick fog around the room
lit by the blue lights of the ceiling
...
It seems i've got the block
i'm bored and i have nothing to write
or talk about
nothing inspiring
...
The news talks about another one that
has gone
gone into none existence
tears all around hitting the floor
...