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I was due to contribute something and I had the morning off....
I've whipped up a whimsical little number for my favourite people on the Internet. I wrote this years ago.
It's rough as guts, but I hope you like it.
I've whipped up a whimsical little number for my favourite people on the Internet. I wrote this years ago.
It's rough as guts, but I hope you like it.
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Lyrics
I lie awake and think of names for my kids
Kinda optimistic lying her alone
April, May or June, perhaps a day of the week
Little Wednesday would make her dad so proud
I'm dreaming again and I doubt that there is an end
Where I can be satisfied with this damn conformist life
I make mistakes and then I make them again
I'm not concentrating long enough to learn
My head is too distracted thinking what might have been
What has been, what will be, but never about here and now
I'm dreaming again and I doubt that there is an end
Where I can be satisfied with this damn conformist life
Well the present doesn't offer a thing like the past has
Or the future might so I'll just sit here and close my eyes
Seems everyone I know is going somewhere
And I tell myself I'm happy staying here
But I know I need to go and see the rest of the world
New York City, Vancouver, London and Tuscany
I'm dreaming again and I doubt that there is an end
Where I can be satisfied with this damn conformist life
I spend my days making someone else rich
And I can't afford the petrol to get home
Something tells me this whole thing is tragically wrong
I'm dreaming again and I doubt that there is an end
Where I can be satisfied with this damn conformist life
Kinda optimistic lying her alone
April, May or June, perhaps a day of the week
Little Wednesday would make her dad so proud
I'm dreaming again and I doubt that there is an end
Where I can be satisfied with this damn conformist life
I make mistakes and then I make them again
I'm not concentrating long enough to learn
My head is too distracted thinking what might have been
What has been, what will be, but never about here and now
I'm dreaming again and I doubt that there is an end
Where I can be satisfied with this damn conformist life
Well the present doesn't offer a thing like the past has
Or the future might so I'll just sit here and close my eyes
Seems everyone I know is going somewhere
And I tell myself I'm happy staying here
But I know I need to go and see the rest of the world
New York City, Vancouver, London and Tuscany
I'm dreaming again and I doubt that there is an end
Where I can be satisfied with this damn conformist life
I spend my days making someone else rich
And I can't afford the petrol to get home
Something tells me this whole thing is tragically wrong
I'm dreaming again and I doubt that there is an end
Where I can be satisfied with this damn conformist life



























stevewhit
Wow, I'm so glad I found this song, willhave to check out more of your stuff later.You have a great voice and nice guitar sound.
Thanks for posting!
steve