Edge Of Twenty One

   Standing on the edge of sixty
Looking at life still ahead of me
Looking back at what I left behind
Is almost impossible to see

Oh the stories I could tell
About so many crazy, crazy nights
But if I did, they’d probably arrest me
And throw away the key and my rights

Still cannot explain the morning I woke
Up from sleeping in the women’s room
To the sound of some girls screaming
Thought I was dead and sealed my tomb

One of those wild nights still in a haze
Escaping from the grips of the beast
My life hanging in the balance
Between living and being deceased

I don’t know how I ever survived
And those days are long, long gone
Sometimes though I still think about  
Standing on the edge of twenty one

Written By:Charles Kean
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