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2005-11-15 19:13:40 ET The days are gone my place is gone to come and sit and write now college kids scream in my ear and feel they have the right to tell me of the glory days and dream of days ahead I'm wondering when the clouds went away and what happened to my head. Used to be Springsteen and street dreams concerts and street teams dream girls and wet dreams fast cars and tire screams Horizons of desert scenes Like water on a roadside fire all that's left is steam but steam powered engines and this trains bound for glory I'm running on fumes stuck for words to my story the lines on the road turned to lines on a page and my glory turned reality my dreams canned by sage advice from a stranger questions from within hopes turned to longing for one more song to sing... |
