STEPHEN LOMAS: Music

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I was wastin gmy time, drinking beer drinking wine
And thinking, if maybe I should.
When a glass on the bar, caught the light like a star, & I found myself right where I stood.
I got a picture in my pocket
Of a girl, with the saddest grey eyes
And I know she's out there someplace.
That's why, I need this disguise.
Ain't it just like my Daddy once told me
He said Son, you never can tell
Might be love, or a curse,
Might be better, maybe worse....
I know that he meant me well.

I was there, on the ground
On the road out of town
And the moon, rose over the hill.
I told her right then, it wouldn't happen again
But I know, it probably will.
Don't you think she's a good one.
Just look, at her long golden hair.
I got her number here someplace
Maybe, she's still living there.
Ain't it just like the old folks 'll tell you.
When they say, you can never go home.
Blown away, in the wind, can't get back again.
They tell you, you reap what you sow.

Sometimes if I try, I can almost get by.
On maybe, a wing & a prayer.
But lately it seems, in the back of my dreams
In the shadows, she's still lurkin' there.
I got a picture in my pocket
And it's gettin', a little faded & torn
But I know I'll see her face smilin'.
Long after, the last one is gone.
Ain't it just like my Daddy once told me
He said Son, should be written in stone.
When you've burnt, all your bridges, & dropped all your stitches....
That's when, you'll really know.