Loon

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Loon

A chance encounter and a casual mention
Now you're on a stage without an audition
It's your pain they want, that real in your eye
They can't understand, but they'll say they'll try
You pick out a tune, it's how you feel
Does it matter who's fault landed you here?
Where you are now, you're just making do
Not easy to live with no home or food
Can't shave or clean up, a ruddy dirt face
Scarred and marred by the concrete place
you called your own 'fore the blues pushed you out
keeping the peace, you move along with no doubt
that they'll forget you soon, a creep who's too near
Got a story to share, but ears all turned in fear
Guitar in hand, you recall a simple tune
G B C and a melody about a loon

Last updated: 2016-1-10

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