Sometimes while I'm out delivering the mail I sing. Here's a song I wrote as I walked my route this weekend. Someone joked that I think I'm the next John Prine. Ha.
Apparently I skipped a verse when I recorded it. Ah well... There were five or six other verses that I wrote and discarded even before I sat down today to record it. And it's possible that I might add more later. I dunno.
Rain is knocking
leaves from the trees,
rain is falling down on me
yeah,
I don’t mind.
No speaking angel
on the telephone,
I’m listening to the dial tone
yeah,
dial again.
Welcome home my
traveling friend,
drag your dusty bones on in
yeah, tell
me where ya’ been.
Stand the table,
turn the lights,
you and I’ll stay up all night
yeah,
with some homemade wine.
Tellin’ tales and
trading stories,
remembering all our
faded glories
yeah, remember
when?
Fanaticism to the
right,
materialism hangs on tight
yeah, we’re caught in
between.
Faith is an ally in the search for truth,
both
would help in the voting booth
yeah, I’m radicalized.
The rich get richer
and the poor stay poor,
they have it all and they still want
more
yeah, they say that greed is good.
I’m afraid that I
can say no more,
you’ve heard all of this before
yeah,
and nothing’s changed.
All day long with
snow and rain,
every day another pain
yeah, we’re
livin’ life.
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