Saturday, April 4, 2009

Travelin' / Tryin'

There a man
in a band
and he's
tryin' to
take a stand

Takes his songs
around the world
to all
the different lands

Sarasota
to Mexico
there's nowhere
he wouldn't go

To tell his tales
of love and loss
no matter
what the cost

On his journey
to find his soul
he continues
to grow old

Slower steps
none the less
his story
still gets told

There's a man
with a plan
and he's
tryin' to get a hand

Looking for
true romance
and not
his biggest fan

As his heart
starts to grow fond
he continues to
sing his song

Now for the one
he thinks he's found
from movin'
town to town

1 comment:

Andrew said...

Drinking is an emotional thing. It joggles you out of the standardism of everyday life, out of everything being the same. It yanks you out of your body and your mind and throws you against the wall. I have the feeling that drinking is a form of suicide where you're allowed to return to life and begin all over the next day. It's like killing yourself, and then you're reborn. I guess I've lived about ten or fifteen thousand lives now."
Bukowski
Interview, London Magazine, December 1974-January 1975

you rock Jer! peace.

aw