North Side of Town

Long days are plenty and the years are few I must confess.

But I just tell you what you want to hear and hide the rest.

In the meantime the wheels keep turning Don’t Know if they’re falling off

In the meantime what lies ahead?

Just an outline of the life we live, alone

Under my breathe I mumble every word I want to say.

But all the things that I want to share, are still hidden from the light of day.