If the sky bleeding grey
has come to be clear
the writers block chipped away
the black steer of the day
rich and deep
the velvet of my mind
lay before us all again
I am free to let this muse run
Free again and found a way
At home alone I feel so strong
Feeling the intimacy of this pain
The life long body bag search for love
The private investigator he never sleeps
Inside the office all night he stays
Always searching for new ways
Finding true love a mission in life
Forget a wife
Let’s just find a new lover
For old time’s sake
Shake the bottle
Spill a few pills
Let’s burn a drag
Share a few grams then grab
Some rest for the night
The black beauty of life
She has just begun
Feels good to be home
Back in the saddle alone
Knowing just maybe
Just maybe
This may be a coupe ride home
To the end
The backseat for pictures and books
Lingers and looks
I steer with my knees
As I sharpen these hooks
For the big fish are harder to catch
And this new bait won’t last
Prepare world you’ll soon see
Oh dear world
You’re in for a real treat with me
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