I re-read silly lines that made sense at the time pages
all stained with tears & red wine & I walk through
the airport & read magazines so much younger than me
every face that I see & I drink & I think my glorious
past or the lips that I've kissed how I don't even
miss & I smile to myself at how easy this is.
. easy to breathe, easy to live I remember when I would
tear myself in two. Over how to be,
what to say & what to do did you really like me better
then? did you really like me better when I was a fool?
So I live in these days but I still have my old ways
my future, somehow, she has yet to arrive & I see all
around me the Women On Time.
Kids & divorces & crisis in midlife so do I surrender
& give up my dream for a brick in the wall & a washing
machine who won't care what I've done grow up & get
real have a kid in their teens where I've been,
what I've seen .. & I wonder why I tear myself in
two 'cause I know you liked me better then.
. over who to be, where to be & what to do I know you
liked me better when I was a fool.
45. I'm free to a fault. Playing guitar.
I fly down the highway Living my life.
I belong to no place. sun on my face I cry over poetry.
I belong to nobody. & I laugh at myself.
than anyone else. still, I'd rather be me.