So Many People

My starwalking poet brother blues fan

Is drunk on street dreams in Yankeeland

And I'm coming down too far gone to play

But I can't seem to put my guitar away

Because there's so many people to be sung

And no time before the last dog is hung

Public relations to appease

Fires to build before we freeze

Finding out if we're the cure or the disease

Could keep us occupied indefinitely

The strobe light in my soul goes mad in the Fall

A face for each flash; I see you all

With love no one could sing, so I let it lie

Light a cigarette and blow smoke at the sky

Because booze or your favourite drug

Won't sweep those feelings under the rug

Cyclone strong and Spring breeze subtle

And therein lies the trouble

Well, is it you or time or me

If there's a culprit for someone or something to be?

My starwalking poet brother blues fan

Is drunk on street dreams

in Yankeeland...