They’re gonna gather round,
Some friends and family.
Piece me back together,
From thoughts and memory.
Won't be a perfect story,
Cause stories never are.
Hope they'll have some laughs,
Cause living life's bizarre.
I'm not a man of faith,
Never claimed to be.
But I did the best I could,
Or a reasonable facsimile.
I kept the wheels greased,
While resisting the machine.
Life is constant push and pull,
While you're stuck in between.
Gonna sing a song to God,
It may be good, or bad.
When my song is done he'll know,
It’s the only one I had.
I tried to show my gratitude,
For everything you gave.
I hope they'll say about me,
"He never was self-made."
I'd find a quiet place,
Inside a forest clearing.
And build a fire to burn remains,
Of all that I was fearing.
Gonna sing a song to God,
It may be good, or bad.
When my song is done he'll know,
It’s the only one I had.
I never asked for very much,
Just my basic needs.
Believed that every stranger,
Deserved some dignity.
When the world spun in my head,
I turned it into dance.
Sometimes I got too dizzy,
To take a solid stance.
Gonna sing a song to God,
It may be good, or bad.
When my song is done he'll know,
It’s the only one I had.
They’re gonna gather round,
Some friends and family.
Piece me back together,
From thoughts and memory.
Won't be a perfect story,
Cause stories never are.
Hope they'll have some laughs,
Cause living life's bizarre.
I'm not a man of faith,
Never claimed to be.
But I did the best I could...
2 comments:
Intense lyrics. And I love the harmonica.
It's been that kind of month.
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