It’s cold outside,
And only getting colder.
I’m old inside,
and only getting older.
Sometimes I ask myself,
Who am I protecting?
Who are these folks,
Whose feelings need defending?
I’m surrounded by people,
You know I want to please.
My hand extends across the fence,
And like animals they feed.
Time to get serious,
Cause time is running out.
Don’t say you know what’s best for us,
Cause we all live with doubts.
I had another life,
Before I met you.
I had other loves,
That still live inside me too.
Sometimes at night,
I close my eyes.
And imagine myself,
In another time.
Didn’t worry about the next bill,
That I had to pay.
And every new experience,
Was just another day.
As the years went by,
The load got heavy.
The legs that used to carry me,
Got shaky and unsteady.
I never asked for much,
Just room to be me.
It’s not a matter of trust,
I’m just trying to get free.
It’s cold outside,
And only getting colder.
I’m old inside,
and only getting older.
I never asked for much,
Just room to be me,
It’s not a matter of trust,
I’m just trying to get free
Nothing is for free.
2 comments:
Yeah! I feel like you are most comfortable with and have the most command of the blues progression. Some nice lyrics. And I love the harmonica, which you play like a pro!
It’s definitely my favourite style in the last year or two, as I have been working on my acoustic guitar playing. For about a year I listened to almost nothing but blues from the ‘20s to the late 50’s. This one sort of rips off Death Letter Blues by Son House. I find that as I’ve grown older I appreciate the more basic musical forms that provide room for expression. And it’s amazing how much variety in style and feeling a simple blues can offer. Btw I feel like a total amateur on the blues harp. Don’t really know what I’m doing, technique wise, or how to properly breathe, but I certainly have fun with it.
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