No. 22This fleeting life
Door stop to door step Like a 1930's desperado I feel bereft Gun toting On my last run desperate attempt After every battle I rest up But am tireder yet So many bills to file So much paper in piles So many clothes strewn So much sandpaper in dunes So much money lost So much time gone And not a penny left Or a moment saved And yet still such a mess How do other people do it? And stay sane? How do other people do it? And stay ahead of the game? Running on empty I am Running to keep up Running to stay still Might as well let go and give up |