Dear Abby

Permanent Tourist

Final mix of my favorite tune on the album “Space”.

LYRICS:

Dear Abby,
I feel shabby
close to my wit’s end

Good reason
it was treason
I was not a friend

Oh God
Another day alive
Don’t have the strength to face it

How can I
keep my head held high
I cannot erase it

I’m flustered
full of bluster
Listen to me whine

Unable
to be stable.
Signed, “Doing Hard Time”

Dear “So & So”,
I’ve no advice that I can give