In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Friday, April 22, 2016
Iowa city
the last time I saw this movie
I was stuck in Iowa city
staying at the hostel
with people 'round my age
I paid the admission
I had my guitar with me
I remember the commotion
when you took the stage
now, it was only a movie
on a technicolor screen
but you took complete control
of everything around
I took you back with me
if you know what I mean
the midwest to California
I travelled to your sound
I was young then
naive and unaware
you heard dreams and visions
and I still had my hair
I was young then
with so many hopes and fears
but I took you with me
for the next thirty-odd years
now you're gone
now you're gone
but I always will remember
I never knew what happened
how that journey came to be
escaping for a couple years
a history filled with pain
there was a longing for adventure
buried deep inside of me
I was taking full advantage
till the disease came around again
but I was free then
though I never thought I'd be
I thought I didn't have
any joy inside of me
I was free then
soon that feeling disappeared
but I took you with me
for the next thirty-odd years
now you're gone
now you're gone
but I always will remember
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