Hold On Time
/ poetry

I wonder where my friends are
can’t help it hurting down the line
did I had such close friends anyway
or is a dream for a bluesy day
– I’m trying to get a hold on time

I wonder where the day is gone
standing in the middle doing fine
is that’s why I go racing back a lunatic
talking and moaning with yesterdays music
– I’m trying to get a hold on time

(1982)

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