here I am lying on the floor
playing my 1970s guitar
and it's had so much more
experience than I have
I'm a kid stumbling wide eyed through life
I'm a man
looking for some new insight
to write down
quick, before I'm dead
search my entire head
for something that's never been said
try as I might
I don't know why I can't write
still I have to find something to occupy me tonight
did you see that bird fly overhead?
you asked me
no I was stuck in my head
looking down
gaze fixed upon the ground
my head up in the clouds
you pull me right back down
and I am alright
my old friend he is terminal
40 years old
now the glue comes unstuck
and he folds
cracked ribs, they lead the way
too sick to save they say
on his every dying day
I'll hear him sing
here I am lyring on the floor
playing my 1970s guitar
and it's had so much more
experience than I have