Masterful first pass on my lyric by Ken Bennett. I wrote this last week and Ken blew it out of the water... Just a worktrack for now but I hope you can hear what this could become... I can
Just a middle-aged guy who's been carrying song ideas around in his head for years and has decided to learn the craft and hopefully produce something decent eventually
When I can't read the scrawl on the bathroom wall
When I hear the bar-back shout last call
When all the chairs begin to be upended
And the lights come on I know my night has ended
And it's time to go
Time to move along
This jukebox won't be playing
Another Patsy song
I don't have to stop drinking
But I can't drink here no more
I know it won't be easy
But I must pass through that door
Because I know ow-ow-ow
That it's time to go
When I can feel the walls start falling down
When I hear her voice in every sound
When my hardened heart begins to soften
Then the time has come for me to be forgotten
And it's time to go
Time to move along
This guitar can't be playing
Another true love song
I don't have to stop loving
But I can't love here no more
'Cause no one can please me
But I must pass through that door
Because I know ow-ow-ow
That it's time to go
I guess you'd say I'm stubborn
A bit set in my ways
But I'm a lonesome trav'ler
And that won't ever change
Just a wand'rin troubadour
Who'll never settle down
Till the long black train comes callin'
To put me in the ground
Cause it's time to go
Time to move along
This old Boy won't be singing
Another sad, sad song
I don't have to stop hurting
But I can't hurt here no more
I know it won't be easy
But I must pass through that door
Because I know ow-ow-ow
That it's time to go
It's time to go
