Monday, January 31, 2005


time time time see what's become of me

while I looked around for my possibilities I was so hard to please

hear the salvation army band

down by the riverside it's bound to be a better ride than what you've got planned

carry your cup in your hand

hang on to your hopes my friend

that's an easy thing to say but if your hopes should pass away it's simply pretend that you can build them again

look around the grass is high the fields are ripe it's the springtime of my life

seasons change with the scenery weaving time in a tapestry

won't you stop and remember me at any convenient time

funny how my memory slips while looking over manuscripts of unpublished rhyme

drinking my vodka and lime

look around leaves are brown now and the sky is a hazy shade of winter

that song is in my head in january.