Kathleen

Somewhere near
Somewhere far
Somewhere down a street
Past the local bar
A shot and beer kinda homey place
I go inside and tell my story
To a glass of foam
A poet and a heart of gold
Kathleen Wwy don't you call my name?
Kathleen call me

No one hears me tell the truth
I lost the track of time
The blush of youth
A world that time forgot
A skittle bowl social swirl
Bowl of chili
Onion rings
The check on time and a Rolling Rock
Kathleen Wwy don't you call my name?
Kathleen call me

Self pity is a terrible thing to waste

I've dropped out of line
Past my prime
Slavе to a way of life
I'm just the sort of fellow
To tеll a story to
Waiting at a bus stop
Banging on a desktop
I long to see you
Kathleen Wwy don't you call my name?
Kathleen call me

Something near
Something far
Something down a street
Past the local bar
A shot and beer kinda homey thing
I go inside to show my face
It's someone I barely know
A poet and a heart of gold
Kathleen call me