small pieces of life in a dream journey
Jun28 05'
small pieces of life in a dream journey
from listening to Johnny Cash and the Eagles
and from a dream
why do some grow up
and some never will
why do some keep looking back
and some never do
why do some hearts melt
why do some hearts turn to ice
why are there no friends around
when you need advice
why are some never hungry
why are some always starving
why do some bare their souls
why do some cover it up
like burying old bones in dirt
why do some faces tell you everything
why do some tell you nothing
why can you see tears on some
why do some never cry
why do people who drink the finest wine in town
find themselves still thirsty
when morning comes around
some don’t mean to hurt
some always will
I have and I do
still
just another day in paradise
just another day to try
I found a trace of her once
it was in a dream
a friend was in there too
he took her home once
I asked where she was how she was doing
he said she was fine
she had moved to San Francisco
I asked if he had seen her lately
he said no
but he knew she was dong well
an old friend she was seeing
told him so
sometimes when I am driving
the weight of mind compressing shoulders
I see her face
through the windshield
it makes me want to stop
and pull over
if I only think of her now and then
when Springtime comes and the rains fall
I know I’ll think of her
again and again
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