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dedicated to all the heads i've met . . .
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we were there on monday morning,
when that fire ball was forming,
that illuminated the dark and barren sky . . .
i believe this now more than before,
because of all the things i saw,
and the folks i met along my dusty ride.
i met new people every day,
listened to what they had to say,
about where they'd been . . .
and where they're going to . . .
and they'd ask me 'bout the place i'm from . . .
we'd have a smoke and we'd say 'so-long'. . .
that's all we are is people passing through . . .
i get this feeling more and more,
like i've met everyone before . . .
somewhere, someplace way down the line . . .
mother, father, sister, friend . . .
you know we're all gonna meet again . . .
we're passengers on a ride that never ends . . .
but that monday seems so long ago,
and my sunday's comin'round so slow . . .
i wonder if my rest ain't never gonna come . . .
been shooting in the dark too long,
if something ain't right it's wrong,
you're gonna make me lonesome when you go . . .
when that fire ball was forming,
that illuminated the dark and barren sky . . .
i believe this now more than before,
because of all the things i saw,
and the folks i met along my dusty ride.
i met new people every day,
listened to what they had to say,
about where they'd been . . .
and where they're going to . . .
and they'd ask me 'bout the place i'm from . . .
we'd have a smoke and we'd say 'so-long'. . .
that's all we are is people passing through . . .
i get this feeling more and more,
like i've met everyone before . . .
somewhere, someplace way down the line . . .
mother, father, sister, friend . . .
you know we're all gonna meet again . . .
we're passengers on a ride that never ends . . .
but that monday seems so long ago,
and my sunday's comin'round so slow . . .
i wonder if my rest ain't never gonna come . . .
been shooting in the dark too long,
if something ain't right it's wrong,
you're gonna make me lonesome when you go . . .
mikkinylund
Your songs ends up being little short stories - and very interesting ones. This one has 50's, early 60's feel to it, but of course with your flavor to it. I think this is what I like about your music; the freedom of being naive and play with serious issues and matters. Can't put my fingers on it - but I like it. Very much. /Mikki