Guitar strumming, Songs from yesterday.I had stopped listening,Heard it all A million times before.Hopeful songsin a hopeless world.Who are you stranger?With your boogie bootsSitting at the subway,Doling out storiesNot your own.Still, I heardA piece of youThrown in,in that song ofendless words.One lonely phrasethat was only yours.I did stop listening though,You lost me somewhere.Yet, you Sneak.You …
the voice not spoken 