BlondeOverBlonde
06-18-2005, 10:40 PM
Hey, I'm not sure what to do with this, but here you go, tear it apart, praise it, feed it to your choice pet. If you want, I'll give my thoughts on your pieces in return. Gracias.
Sitting all alone, comforted only by a glass of cheap booze
He stares down the bar at the other people with nothing to lose
Each person different, but pulled together by loneliness
Each longing for something to hold on to
But in the end, all they hold is a glass
Looking up, something catches his eye from his seat
Through the pane of dirty glass he can see the moonlight hit the street
Emblazoning that road with hopes of a rekindled fire
His feet are so tired
But he’s tired of being alone
He remembered something his mother had told him
A long time ago
“Lonesome days lead to lonesome nights, sorrow leads to pain.
Life is a miserable thing; that no God can explain”
He passes the doors, of people disappointed with their lives
Each one gets increasingly wider, husbands with mechanical wives
People sitting alone, washing away their blues on late night TV
Scratching their bellies,
Yet never fulfilling that itch
A wayward star steals his gaze from the ground
He looks up to the heavens, the universe’s biggest lost and found
Trying to find something up there worth believing in
He’s searching for something inward
But he’s letting it outside
And He remembered that thing his mother had told him
A long time ago
“Lonesome days lead to lonesome nights, sorrow leads to pain.
Life is a miserable thing; that no God can explain”
Sitting all alone, comforted only by a glass of cheap booze
He stares down the bar at the other people with nothing to lose
Each person different, but pulled together by loneliness
Each longing for something to hold on to
But in the end, all they hold is a glass
Looking up, something catches his eye from his seat
Through the pane of dirty glass he can see the moonlight hit the street
Emblazoning that road with hopes of a rekindled fire
His feet are so tired
But he’s tired of being alone
He remembered something his mother had told him
A long time ago
“Lonesome days lead to lonesome nights, sorrow leads to pain.
Life is a miserable thing; that no God can explain”
He passes the doors, of people disappointed with their lives
Each one gets increasingly wider, husbands with mechanical wives
People sitting alone, washing away their blues on late night TV
Scratching their bellies,
Yet never fulfilling that itch
A wayward star steals his gaze from the ground
He looks up to the heavens, the universe’s biggest lost and found
Trying to find something up there worth believing in
He’s searching for something inward
But he’s letting it outside
And He remembered that thing his mother had told him
A long time ago
“Lonesome days lead to lonesome nights, sorrow leads to pain.
Life is a miserable thing; that no God can explain”