Makin' a Memory

Makin’ a Memory

Dedicated to K.Right and J.Ro.

Sittin’ here all lonely

waitin for cheap coffee to perk,

thinking ‘bout the cabbies last night

the first one was a jerk.

But the guy who lugged us home

let us belt out Come Sail Away

while strains of country music

droned behind us as he drove away.

Please don't tell my rock n’ roll friends

that country music is in my ears.

They'll think I'm never comin’ home.

It’ll feed their hard rock fears.

They'll never ask me again

to the sights and sounds of Floyd,

never stay out til three a.m.

They'll doubt they did all they could.

I'm ready poetry in the mornin’

waitin’ on friends who sleep

after last night’s beer and boot fest

and a wake up call we didn’t keep.

In the past we've jammed to Buffet

and long ago - just one time - jazz.

We've lost in love, raised up our kids

the time’s gone like nothing else has.

Please don't tell my rock n’ roll friends

they'll fault me for leaving my roots -

I already snubbed Idol kickin’ it in town -

they’ll toss me out with my boots.

Who's baptized in water or drinkin’ dirty beer

who's got money, who's got a truck

who's fallin’ in like with a country star

Hell I’m lovin’ all the stars, who gives a f----.

Please don't tell my rock n’ roll friends

I've got country music in my ears.

They'll banish me from Cleveland

and they won't shed a tear.

Please don't tell my rock n’ roll friends

I've got country music in my ears

but I got one singular excuse,

we’re making a memory then we’re outta here.

Please please please don't tell…

Please please please don't tell…

Please please please don't tell…

6/14/2013