you don't know where you are going
you're not happy with where you've been
you spent your lifetime flirting
with a tonic and a gin
and when you chased me down that alley
with an angry bottle in your hand
past the mother with her daughter
as her son played in the band
i could read that whiskey label
when it flew over my head
i had dreams of Cincinnati
and i knew then i was dead
hear me playing your piano
fingers touching all the keys
but you've stolen all my rainbows
and i'm asking for them, please
hear me playing your piano
fingers free as winter air
but you've stolen all my memories
i can't find them anywhere
you don't know where you are going
you're not happy with where you've been
you spent your lifetime flirting
with a tonic and a gin
and when you pulled a gun and shot me
with a painted target on my back
past the midnight stand on Main Street
as the road sign flashed to black
i could feel that bullet flying
when it flew over my head
i had dreams of Cincinnati
and i knew then i was dead
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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