My Rhythm and My Rhyme

My Rhythm and My Rhyme

I guess that hell has frozen over

‘Cause the Eagles took the stage,

But as the sunlight hits my scrapbooks

I still can’t act my age

In the limousine outside the door

The driver looks so young,

But somewhere in the after hours

The last song isn’t sung,

And filling in my calendar

I see that I’ve a busy time,

Hunting for my rhythm and my rhyme…

Ohhh, hunting for my rhythm and my rhyme…

Before the jets and passports

The power was in the song

But now it seems the vision

Is never meant to last that long

Should the days remain amusing

Much beyond the naked eye

Suppose it all depends on point of view,

How hard I wanna try,

Pasting in these eight by tens

Has never been a crime,

Hunting for my rhythm and my rhyme…

Ohhh, hunting for my rhythm and my rhyme…

 

It seems the days aren’t worth a nickel

And the nights aren’t worth a dime

Used to be such a premium

On the luxury of time

But as we watched the shrinking

Of our blue, celestial home

The wonderment of the distant shores

Took on a different tone

Me, I like the heavier questions

Several at a time,

Hunting for my rhythm and my rhyme

You know I’ve seen Kyrie and Steph in person…

Hunting for my rhythm and my rhyme

January 17th we were shakin’ all over…

Hunting for my rhythm and my rhyme

How many people can you trust in your life…?

Hunting for my rhythm and my rhyme

Oh, the secrets…

Hunting of my rhythm and my rhyme