what's the worst they could say, to shoot your ego down in flames? that's an easy one for me to claim, loved only one, himself and thus died, unloved, that's a real shame
It was just like this Early evening, sun soaked, chaos When order was restored in your gaze It was just like that Early morning, kiss drunk, bliss When dawn came and went in your arms Been that way ever since, just like this
Bellowing harmonica notes Over his strumming acoustic cords Beautiful American poet Delighting throngs with lyrical gold Yourself yearning to be so bold Learning from a master yarner Awe struck he leaves us so No other can ever be so cool