It Has Only Been 30 Years

Since I wrote my last song.

Here it is (let me know what you think):

Gone

Verse 1

She dropped off the kids at her mother’s

Took out half the cash from the bank

She cleaned the house from top to bottom

Washed the truck and even filled the tank

Chorus

Then she was gone

Out of sight, not out of mind

She left our whole damn life behind

Searching for a greener pasture she’ll never find

Gone like the fire in the sky

In the blink of an eye

And the damage she left behind

I’m all turned out and bat-shit crazy

I still wish she were mine

Verse 2

She picked up her last paycheck

Cleaned and pressed her waitress gear

Set them gently on the counter

Told her boss “John, I’m outta here”

Chorus

Then she was gone

Out of sight, not out of mind

She left our whole damn life behind

Searching for a greener pasture she’ll never find

Gone like the fire in the sky

And the damage she left behind

I’m all turned out and bat-shit crazy

I still wish she were mine

Verse 3

The last I heard she stopped by

Didn’t even have the courtesy to call

I don’t think that I deserve this

Truth is, I’m better off after all

Chorus

Since she’s been gone

Out sight and out of mind

She left our whole damn world behind

Searching for a greener pasture she’ll never find

Gone like the fire in the sky

In the blink of an eye

And the damage she left behind

I’m all turned out and bat-shit crazy

I still wish she were mine

I will post a recording of the song when I wake up early…

 Okay, so I am not the most prolific songwriter, but I am proud of all my songs. If you want to access my musical posts, wake and bake jam sessions, just go to the new page Clips, Vids and Booking on my website marksplayhouse.com.

What else has happened in the past thirty years?

The world is a darker place.

Thank God there are more good people than bad.

I truly believe that, having travelled the world, including many of our own beautiful states.

What do I mean when I say “bad”?

Distrustful.

Mean.

How hard is it to be nice?

Why would you not want to be nice unless you are just some asshole who is taking up good oxygen that a tree could use?

You can go bye-bye.

My heart follow up was good on all fronts. And there were many fronts due to the seven, count ‘em, seven, stents that were inserted in my body to keep my blood flowing.

I am going golfing tomorrow, weather permitting. Hell, I’m going even if it rains a little. I love playing in a little rain.

If it is raining hard, I will stay inside and see if I have another new song in my noodle. They usually come in bunches. At least they did thirty years ago.

Everything came in bunches thirty years ago.

Stay well.

Published by maddogg09

I am an unmotivated genius with an extreme love for anything that moves the emotional needles of our lives.

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