Mardi Gras Beads

Your glance sings of lyrics 'cite from memory It's sad our goodbyes sound nostalgic Your chords swung me from an ol' holler tree I'm living like a vagabond that just can't decide When to leave With roots are in the rhythm to my mood it swings I found even is impossible to keep Everyday starting up a balance beam Still you're steady with me Always carrying the melody Smiling all the while the paint chips off my mala prayer beads It's the images, contained not the lenser frames Recalled to my mind before I fall asleep A list of regrets is no place to be I'm coming in late but I'll never modulate us to the minor key Smiling all the while the paint chips off my mardi gras beads