Kind of a parody throw-away topical (at the time) protesty song I made up a couple of years back.
A song about suffering through, and along with, a loved one’s addiction and the isolation and sense of helplessness the comes along with it.
I wrote this for Bill Z., my border terrier and the best dog I ever had.
One of maybe two or three of my favorite covers.
I wrote this one day I was feeling down and needed to feel like ‘This too shall pass’.
Here’s something I recently made up…
Sunday morning and the day is all your own
Seize the memories like they’re made of precious stone
Take a little stroll down to the corner shop
Count your blessings from the bottom to the top
Music from the playground in the park
Springsteen singin’ “…we’re just dancin’ in the dark”
Folks comin’ through the door all dressed in style
Bound for church they each in turn all nod and smile
Pick a chair where you can maybe find yourself
Near the tickin’ of the clock sittin’ on the shelf
No matter where you travel or how far
You can get there and you’ll still be who you are
Leave your order with the girl there at the bar
Take your coffee, toss a dollar in the jar
Hey little darlin’ with your eyes so burnin’ blue
Don’t even notice how the guys all look at you
With the sunlight on your face
Makes me happy to be part of the human race
It’s so simple and it’s true
Everything you need is waiting right here if you want it to