A Song

Can't write pain Any more than You can write joy You can only try Someone left the radio on To have something to ignore I can't, I can't fool myself That I'm not sore this time And I can sort of See myself in ten years Goddamn I look old Whatever happened to my fears? Like Romeo I need nothing but some guts and a reason Tossed around in this rodeo I better dress myself for any season I got myself a song Someone laughs the radio off Someone shuts it down, bored Again, again more fool me I wrote another song in rhyme And I can sort of Trace myself through the years Goddamn I look old I thought myself to be in the clear Suddenly before me A melody appears God I thought I was dreaming It's been some time Like Romeo I need nothing but some guts and a reason Tossed around in this rodeo I better dress myself for any season I got myself a song