I WENT TO A CONCERT LAST NIGHT. BASED ON A MISUNDERSTANDING OF CERTAIN LYRICS, THE TITLE TO THIS DARK PIECE (ABOUT A WEARY TRAVELER) WAS BORN. IF THERE IS ANYONE WHO CAN PUT MUSIC TO WORDS, LET ME KNOW
Been traveling the road all my days
Been traveling the road lost my way
Been traveling the road all my life
Been traveling the road filled with strife
Been chasing a dream that eludes me
But I can see it round the bend
Been running from devils who pursue me
But I know my troubles at an end
I know I'm just short of heaven
Can touch it, can feel it, right there
I know I'm just short of heaven
Even though today I'm nowhere
Going to shirk off all my sorrow
Going to brush away my fear
Going to be there, I know it, tomorrow
Going to be there, I know it's so near
Been searching for my perfection
Been searching without direction
Been searching round and round
Been searching for higher ground
I know I'm just short of heaven
Can touch it, can feel it, right there
I know I'm just short of heaven
Tomorrow I'll find my somewhere
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2 comments:
Robert,
Why Bother?
THIS IS NOT ABOUT ME
MY FRIEND, IN THE MUSIC BUSINESS, SAID IT WOULD BE THE TYPE OF SONG THAT JOHNNY CASH WOULD SING, BUT HE'S DEAD
RICHIE ALWAYS TELLS ME TO TRY TO MIX IT UP, SO THAT MY WRITING DOES NOT HAVE A SAMENESS TO IT- SOMETIMES IT WORKS, SOMETIME IT DOESN'T- MAYBE THIS IS ONE OF THE PIECES THAT DOESN'T
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