Footsteps sound like a funeral drum When coming home in pre-dawn light I got my head chopped off Somewhere out back in that hoodlum night When you’re longing for some long hours of musing When you’re too tired to realize you’re sleeping
The road away from here is oh so near And I think I’ve had my share of scars Oh, that road is ours
Among the drifters & drunks night enveloped me A miserable lapse into something I used to be & I laugh at myself & the dreams I’d been dreaming Coz I know they wouldn’t call my name To keep me from leaving Yesterday’s shadows stomping on my chest Some single-serving friends & the woman I love best Well, they all stood up & left oh & how they made me rue it -That day I’d tangled with them- We do silly things when we’re wounded