Hey Brother John, what road is this?
“This road – this ugly old road like me?
It is the tracks I left behind; don’t matter. See
Me through old eyes, my youthful plays,
My ways before the streets of bad days.
Time strewn into the debris of possibilities.
Now, they don’t bother me; this path of realities
Is my path to the wind is my new high!”
Hey Brother John, what song is this?
“This melody? This ugly old muse like me
Is like you; don’t you see me?
Don’t matter to me as my heart is pure
And my soul knows you – that is for sure
That I can see days; days I can count on
is the path to the other side; to a new dawn.
For my song was; is my bliss.”
