Crazy Old Man

Thunder, flash and lightening is working on my back
The “paper“ on the tables in the kitchen are tryin’ to break your neck crazy old man
All the late night memories are leaning in my new shoes
My mother’s old grey leather gloves are singing loud the blues
cr o m
I can taste what’s in the sun
time to waste ‘cause there is none
When I feel blue I see it shine
But still it’s true I’m doin’ fine
You can’t see me ‘cause now I’m all free
Now you know I’m through
And all that’s not new
Sitting on a paperback ‘cause I don’t know what really cracks
I’m tryin’ to climb my pencil to get high
No one tells me what to do ‘cause no one knows what I’ve been through
You don’t know a thing bout me but you can learn
It’s time to touch the sky
My mind is free I fly
cr o m
I can taste. . .
Thunder, flash and lightening is working on my back