Friday, January 28, 2011

The Great American Dust Off

A face like I'm 20
Body like I'm 50
Soul like infinity
But that's all okay

Just a little more vocal
A little more postal
Just a tad more local
And I like it this way

I got a way with feelings
But no way with women
And a way to make millions
If I only get my break

Just another shaky plan
A push to deal with the man
Hustlin' just to keep in bread
Sunken face ain't just lack a steak

So it may be have you hold you
Or just get to know you
Just gotta get back to ignoring you
Cause you all just too much

Stroll the notes nightly
I'd like to get by kindly
Got to quiet the mind see
So its light I long to touch

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