| All I have’s this journal that I write
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| Sketches of a 20-something life
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| Glory pieces shining on a page
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| Boxing night of disappointing rage
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| Legends never leave an ounce of flesh
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| Colour fades a memory like death
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| I mistook with all the sense I had
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| Words laid down in morning’s turning sad
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| Left a window seat for who may pass
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| Long to see a skirt or cotton blouse
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| Inside of a woman’s changing room
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| Got invited back, gave opinion too
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| Coloured queen a winter’s night in a bath
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| Can you feel this prose tease out a laugh
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| All I have’s this journal that I write
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| Sketches of a 20-something life
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| Never got to see the mighty sands
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| Settled for a back-row in the stands
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| Many New Years Eves I spent alone
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| Shaking with the fear while crawling home
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| Digging even deeper down for oil
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| To fuel the fires roaring in my soul
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| Of course I wanted credit where it’s due
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| I feel so very blessed to play with you
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| We get over everything it seems
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| Wide awake while all around is dream
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| Dig your Autumn taste and marriage needs
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| For half a piece of mind, I’d mind your peace
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| Using every face I run into
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| Take a seat and tell me something new
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| All I have’s this journal that I write
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| Sketches of a 20-something life
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| Maybe when we travel left of town
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| I could play the 20-something down
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| Pretend I’ve won the lottery and sing
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| Get into the mansion house and
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| Bring, a bottle opened slowly at the door
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| Added to the missing lion’s roar
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| Didn’t we go looking for the place
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| Where all my inspirations wrote their fate
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| Telephone kept buzzing on the plane
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| Filming what could never be again
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| All I have’s this journal that I write
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| Sketches of a 20-something life |