Lady, I’m Not Writing





Lady, I’m not writing to become famous
No interest in collecting a handsome fee
I write to ease my soul’s burden
I write so that might become free


Pouring The Last Drop In The Bottle


Pouring the last drop in the bottle
Lost in the old rusted radiator’s hum
Not every morning is lonely as this
Wondering when your love is going to come
The cigarette smoke is trying to kill me
No longer going to sit back cold & demure
Nothing left from when we were famous
She’d give anything for life to be as it were