Music is my poetry, For a friend exploring her options! The Way I Should, by Iris DeMent A cold wind against my shoulder woke me up in the middle of the night An Autumn leaf was scraping against my window like it was trying hard to get inside and then a ghost that I had met before he kept me up til dawn and everything I thought was right was suddenly all wrong He said, Your score is looking pretty bad and then he asked me what it was that I had to show So I went running down a list of things some were real, but on some of them I lied cause I felt I had to justify each breath that Id been breathing in this life Then I realized I was playing into someone elses rules, trying to keep my score up in a game I did not choose Then I looked that ghost straight in the eye and said Youd better not be coming back by again And its true that I dont work near as hard as you tell me that Im supposed to I dont run as fast as I could but I live just the way I want to and thats the way I should Octobers leaves were dancing round like angels dressed in robes of Red and Gold but Novembers come and gone now and theyre lying in the gutter out along the road Theyre gonna make their way out to the ditch or someday to the sea, theyll get to where theyre going without the help of you or me and if each life is just a grain of sand Im telling you man, this grain of sand is mine And its true that I dont work near as hard as you tell me that Im supposed to I dont run as fast as I could but I live just the way I want to and thats the way I should but I live just the way I want to and thats the way I should
Posted on: Fri, 08 Aug 2014 22:09:46 +0000
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