I can remember the places I stayed,
things that I did the ways I behaved.
The women I loved,the words that I said
like a dream passing through.
The causes I had and the corners I turned,
the friends that I left and the bridges I burned.
They were part of a pace a rhythm of life
that will no longer do.
Hey man what about you?
Something has happened to me has it happened to you
to my own heart I tried to be true.
Hey man what about you?
Winding my way through the turns and the bends.
I have been waiting for life to begin,
for something to do something to hold
that was bigger than I.
Whatever I did it was never enough,
wherever I stood I was still out of touch,
like a man in the dark following sparks
through an ebony sky.
Like it or no I have come to this place,
the past in my heart the wind in my face.
And a son who was born on the eve of a war
of reckless design,
with my knees to the earth and my ear to the ground.
What I thought was the truth was only a sound
of a shot in th wind the beginning my friend
of these desperate times.
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