In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Friday, August 18, 2017
just yesterday
I still see you
like it was just yesterday
after the parties
drunk at Denny's
talking shit
I still expect you
to walk in the door your usual way
needing to piss
too much beer
overdoing it a bit
so why did you leave
and why am I still here
I don't know what to believe
my eyes aren't clear
I can still hear you
like it was just yesterday
slide on finger
pick in hand
glass on strings
I still expect you
to get your guitar and play
Keith Richard
Lou Reed
you made Santa Paula sing
so why did you leave
and why am I still here
there are things I can't conceive
that you heard crystal clear
I can still learn from you
like it was just yesterday
melodies
lyrics
you saved my life, you know
I still expect you
to share your magic
microphones
and music
voices on the radio
so why did you leave
and why am I still hear
I have no idea
the answer's not clear
why did you leave
why am I still here
I hope to be with you
after I disappear
I still see you
like it was just yesterday
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