I sang my blues as a man in my fifties, that's over now.
We settle down,
feelin' who knows, maybe
just this time of year, but slow, you do, slow, you know,
fastest times and lastest times and bestest times
you know, you
never taste the best of next,
you just gotta remember, once
you bet your own life there was something better,
and you won,
fell in a puddle of peace past asking why,
just note how some things happen just in time,
and happen there each time, waxing moon hand
and waning moon hand, clap.
Apr 16, 2025
Apr 16, 2025 at 6:51 PM UTC
I sang my blues as a man in my fifties, that's over now.
We settle down,
feelin' who knows, maybe
just this time of year, but slow, you do, slow, you know,
fastest times and lastest times and bestest times
you know, you
never taste the best of next,
you just gotta remember, once
you bet your own life there was something better,
and you won,
fell in a puddle of peace past asking why,
just note how some things happen just in time,
and happen there each time, waxing moon hand
and waning moon hand, clap.
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