THE WASTING OF YEARS 121211 - COOKIES

by James Michael Taylor

I have a brain that I must keep busy
I have a heart with too many hurts
And I have a house with too many memories
My life is broken but somehow it still works

And I have a dream that wakes me up crying
I feel the touch. Her hand on my arm
And I wake up alone in a bed that’s half empty
The sound of her voice is a silent alarm

If busy I must, then busy I will
By the light of the moon up on Mockingbird Hill
Looking back down thru my veil of tears
Try not to jump to conclusions about the wasting of years

I have a brain that wants to play lonely
I have a heart that likes to play sad
Plays those old records and shows those old movies
And Time has stood still and probably will since the Times that we had.

If busy I must, then busy I will
By the light of the moon up on Mockingbird Hill
Looking back down thru my veil of tears
Try not to jump to conclusions about the wasting of years

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