It takes a little time
To see something good
Ive been watching the clock
Just tapping my foot and its time
To put food on the table
something gotta bleed
Depends on which side of the box you read
Maybe ill never be famous
Maybe this shit aint for me
Let me write you one last love song
A sweet little poem from me
I got this rusty soul from a life time of tears
Walking down Gladstone 27 years
I know my bodys old but im still here
Walking down Gladstone 27 years
Just a couple of
Run-of-the-mill everyday city slickers
We used to dream about
Seeing ourselves in the moving pictures
I threw a coin the well
And wished for the best
And now im one quarter shy
of catching my bus