T. Total Tommy

To the sad-eyed misinterpreted Hung-up child of clay So the drunken poets pretty words Didn't help you find your way Was it your mistake for thinking He was born before his time? Or was it his for thinking He might save you with his flimsy rhyme? T Total Tommy took a toke of tea Black cats backig' up a big oak tree Tick tocks ticking out a tune on time Last words looking for a line to rhyme Saw fish swimming in the sea-saw-sea But me, well, I'm only looking I see so many with no place tonight Their sleepy heads to lay With pen in hand I take a stand I got nothing deep to say Some words are better left To whisper only to the wind Some men kill with bullets Lord, others use a pen Sidewalks singing of a troubled time Small talks marching to a nursery rhyme Day trippers tripping on a morning high Stop watch watching for a chance to die Bad dogs barking up an empty tree But me, well, I'm only crying