A Song

Can't write pain

Any more than

You can write joy

You can only try

Someone left the radio on

To have something to ignore

I can't, I can't fool myself

That I'm not sore this time

And I can sort of

See myself in ten years

Goddamn I look old

Whatever happened to my fears?

Like Romeo

I need nothing but some guts and a reason

Tossed around in this rodeo

I better dress myself for any season

I got myself a song

Someone laughs the radio off

Someone shuts it down, bored

Again, again more fool me

I wrote another song in rhyme

And I can sort of

Trace myself through the years

Goddamn I look old

I thought myself to be in the clear

Suddenly before me

A melody appears

God I thought I was dreaming

It's been some time

Like Romeo

I need nothing but some guts and a reason

Tossed around in this rodeo

I better dress myself for any season