Go back Clearing My Head - 14.09.2024
Changing chords is such a chore
The sounds don't come out quite right
Making my blood boil
I put on my heavy boots
And my green bomber jacket
And go buy some beer
The air outside is chilly
The leaves haven't turned gold yet
But the sky sure has
To think just seconds ago
I wanted to stab someone
With this useless knife
But it's such a nice evening
How can a season's tail-end
Be so bloody lovely?
Oh, maybe it's the alcohol
Lulling me into this dreamy mood
As I sit on this bench
Or maybe it's the northern wind
That's slowing down the train of my thoughts
With its sticky black bile
Whatever it is, I don't care
How could I, when the setting Sun shines
Right on my weary face?
How could I, when these flocks of birds
Getting ready to get out of here
Fill me with such feelings?
Bah, to hell with my crappy guitar
My Eddie will sing someday
But a dusk like this one
Is only for today