Bus Station Blues

Spent my last dollar on a ticket
I sat and watched the buses come and go
listening to the names of all the cities
I’ve been through but will not ever know.

I know that I could get a job in Reno
got friends in most of those casinos
wear a uniform and talk to no one
living by the moon and sleeping by the sun.

[chorus]
What am I doing here
feet up on my worldly possessions?
What makes the most sense is going.
Where? Who knows?

No home where I was living last week
do not belong with family or friends
if I was a fish I would be up some creek
traveling to where the human river ends.

Owned a house when I was only twenty
my first and second kids are living there
first and second wives are living a mile apart
in the arms of sociocultural disrepair.

Half the people here have got some kids in tow
the other half was never so inclined
everyone I know agrees that life ain’t fair
but not everyone can leave it behind.

What am I doing here
feet up on my worldly possessions?
What makes the most sense is going.
Where? Who knows?

[verse]
E ///  ////
A /// E ///
C7 /// G6 ///
Bm7 /// G13 /// B7 ///  ////

[chorus]
A7 ///
A7 ///
E7 / G13 / Em7 /
D7 / B7 / D7 / ////

Advertisements

About mrsorenson

all over the place
This entry was posted in poem, poetry, song and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s