In the middle of the town
With a head full of ache
My heart’s sinking low
Spirit on ebb.
Talk to me, make me sane
I’m losing it all
and I’m to blame.
The street’s closing in.
The doors shutting.
It is just me, or has the wind turned?
Stay with me,
today and tomorrow;
stay with me
stem the sorrow.
I’m out of options, almost
Isn’t it funny
how power corrupts;
how the simpletons
get the edge?
I’m going to move on;
hit the road, lass.
Think of me, as the leaves rattle
Thanks, Dean. I had a song running through my head at the time, so well spotted.
reads like a country and western song of a rock star at the end of life’s party.