In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Monday, November 26, 2012
Hopeful, you know?
Hey, want to hear some lines I wrote last night, man?
Sure. Shoot 'em at me, farmboy.
Okay, let me get these out.
(farmboy looks them over)
Man, I don't fuckin' know. This is so fuckin'...hopeful, you know?
Now I really want to hear what you've written, farmboy.
Here goes nothing, I guess.
ain't no time to run and hide
gonna make it to the other side
got a dream that can't be denied
I guess I'm on my way
That is hopeful, farmboy.
Now I just don't know if it's any good. Maybe I'll use it, maybe I won't. We'll see.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment