No One Around My Shoulder(My World Has Gotten Colder)
I am awake
there is no sun
Continue to arise
Yet the day feels like it's done
Cold and silent morning
there are no automobiles on the road
The trees have eyes
They are the only ones to stare back at me
Coffee on the table
Morning dew dripping from the ceiling
The paper boy forgot to bring me the news
This city is deathly silent as the pain of nothing ensues
I slowly turn to get myself dressed
The fear is within me that much to confess
Earl of the daylight
Pauper controls the night
when the work day(without anyone around)is done
Gentle man is weary,the younger folk has won
They have left an old fogey to moan
Treading off to the country side
They want John Denver to take them back home
it is irony that I wallow in misery
Generation Y goes back to a simpler Songwriter's story
Copyright © Bart Jonas | Year Posted 2007
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