When I am out of tune and I have a messy room
There’s piles of clothes on my bed and no place comfortable to sit
There’s more than too much to do but I can’t stand up and I don’t want to move
Only one thing I can think of to improve
I need sleep to come to me
I sure could use some company
Someone who is always listening
I think I’ll wait (to speak)
I get the bum deal and its all my fault
I keep my goals locked up safe in a vault
I follow patterns when I should sketch
I shove off when I need to halt
No indication came from my lips
Ignored the warning signs from passing ships
Deep in the fog I steered the boat ashore
The metal ripped as my ego tore
I looked around and I lost my crew
They had jumped ship much before I knew
I start to gather up my scattered wits
They look for cracks in which to slip through
My body’s up don’t think no one is awake
My ears find comfort in the cloud’s break
My eyelids droop and my pen slows down
No one said this was a piece of cake
credits
from For the Birds,
released October 10, 2010
Written by DBB
guest:
Jeremy Greene plays alto, tenor & baritone saxophone