Always drifting off like
Smoke in the
Wind
Never staying any
Place for
Very
Long
     
Feet always itching to be
Down the
Road
Always cutting to the
Curtain
Moving
On
     
Wish I wasn't so
Frightened
Insecure
Can't imagine anyone
Wanting me to
Stick
Around
    
Drifting on before my
Welcome is
Worn out
Don't know where to
Find the
Confidence to
Stay
     
Why would anyone want me
Around
For
Don't have anything
Always changing
Just another
Poet
     
Hell I even
Bore
Myself
Always so old
Taking things too
Hard
Serious
     
Forgotten how to play
Let go
Unwind
Did I ever know
Been so long
Since I was
Young
     
Wish that
One of these
Days
Some sweet woman would
Nail my shoes to
Her
Floor
     
Stop my wandering ways
Give me reason to feel
Welcome
Set down some roots
Not always be
Rolling on
Again
     
But no one
Seems
Interested
No one sad to see me
Turning
Fading
Away
     
Maybe I'll be smoke for the
Rest of my
Days
Just a friendly ghost who is
Always passing through
Never around
Long

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