What venture is next?
I have misused the neck
Of my guitar too often
To deserve its forgiveness
And another chance.

They tell me I have the
Face for radio, but not the voice.
Well, I say,
Let me stay silent between the songs
Or else you can throw me to the street.

I will play the best of the best,
You can hear it in the strings,
The arrangement of a higher power,
The conductor of everything.

And look I can speak in verse,
I can even write in rhyme,
But I know that’s nothing to the publicist,
Who wont even give me her time.

So what’s left but revert to some stories?
Some stories of a life once had.
I guess I lost them before they started,
A life not lived but always sad.