Flying low scrawling like so
Unplugged [no hearing aid] but totally connected...

at the crossroads I stand tall
help me in my weakness...

sitting here with my page
in the dark. of the morning night...

I fit into the skin of Mr quite man, who has a lot...
Who might you be? when nobodies around...

Growing old and still searching
Saying prayers...

Trombone Saxophone set a mood
Lead guitar leads the way...

Asleep at dawn? You just missed the best
The world has brushed its teeth...

Did you ever see an unhappy dog?
Or a bird that has the blues...

Long time ago, on a day like to day
Sad news at my door step...

Music soaking up my brain
Oh! How I love music...

do you know what makes poverty the worst?
it’s the educated mind...

I got me a lemon tree down my drive
Right at my front door...