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One for the lack of a road
So, I’m sat here
drinking a beer
after another beer
and the dogs…
Well, the dogs
are unlikely to make it out
for their evening walk
and I promised
it would never be like this.
I’m getting to a point in life
where I can call you ‘kid’
and not feel so uneasy about it,
so let me tell you kid,
there’s going to be some times,
when you can’t do it all
the way you promised.
You just have to let what helps
help,
don’t get too wound up in that
one step forward lecture
you give yourself
on these quiet Tuesday evenings
where everything felt impossible
until now.
drinking a beer
after another beer
and the dogs…
Well, the dogs
are unlikely to make it out
for their evening walk
and I promised
it would never be like this.
I’m getting to a point in life
where I can call you ‘kid’
and not feel so uneasy about it,
so let me tell you kid,
there’s going to be some times,
when you can’t do it all
the way you promised.
You just have to let what helps
help,
don’t get too wound up in that
one step forward lecture
you give yourself
on these quiet Tuesday evenings
where everything felt impossible
until now.
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