PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

You took your time, wandering around

Now you're driving to work in the same old town

you were born in, same old morning

after morning

If we were rich, all them pretty things we could do

All of the new cities, all of the booze,

all them shiny airplanes, silver and sleek

in the morning

And I'm living for the weekend,

I'm living for your voice,

I'm living for the days end, 5 pm

just take away my choices

Won't you come to my party?

my party, its gonna be great

its gonna be great

We don't know the meaning of lonely,

its gonna be great, its gonna be great

All of the lights-behind your eyes

All of the light

are going out

The kids are in the garden, the tools are in the shed

I'm looking at the blue skies, up above my head

I'm trying to cut some onions, I'm trying to feed the dog

trying to figure out where it all went wrong

All of the lights, behind your eyes,

are going out