Delta40
09-19-2012, 05:48 PM
Cold pasta for dinner
because I never knew when you
were coming
in that big music bus
to laugh
to sing over the good times
that we had
Over beer, we'd stroll down the path
of that Sunday jumble sale
scavenging through our pasts
rolling them up,
smoking them hard
You always got sidestracked
by the blabbing busty blonde
while I squealed for joy
on the boating lake
Come winter the ice cracked
and I plunged into the cold watery tomb
You sought refuge in a woman's arms
till the bus got stuck in a ditch
somewhere down south
Now we wait upon death
as a sign of respect
You grey at the beard
Me reading subway ads
on my way to work.
because I never knew when you
were coming
in that big music bus
to laugh
to sing over the good times
that we had
Over beer, we'd stroll down the path
of that Sunday jumble sale
scavenging through our pasts
rolling them up,
smoking them hard
You always got sidestracked
by the blabbing busty blonde
while I squealed for joy
on the boating lake
Come winter the ice cracked
and I plunged into the cold watery tomb
You sought refuge in a woman's arms
till the bus got stuck in a ditch
somewhere down south
Now we wait upon death
as a sign of respect
You grey at the beard
Me reading subway ads
on my way to work.