In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Sunday, January 26, 2014
you and that guy again
I can hear you yell
out in the parking lot
I'm hoping it's your TV
but I know it's not
it's you and that guy again
the one from the night before
and I just hope he's not
more than you bargained for
I'm the next-door neighbor
and I know it's not my business
but I gotta tell you
it's hard to be the witness
it's you and that guy again
the one from the night before
one night you send him packing
next night he's coming back for more
I'm the man you're needing
I'm the one that's right
I can turn your monday morning into
saturday night
you and that guy again
the one from the night before
you think you've got it made
but I know a whole lot more
* * *
This ain't no kind of excuse or nothing, but I'm just kinda exploring here, man. I'm not sure at all where this is going, so if I keep working on it I may be trying all sorts of things. I'm using that last verse right now as kind of a "surprise" ending, but I haven't thought about it much. If I find that I'm thinking about it and working on it, it could be lots of things.
I'm intrigued by this, farmboy. It's like you're "discovering" the song.
That's exactly right, man. You're fuckin' brilliant, you know that?
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