TWENTY SEVEN by Tom Jensen
I’ve been in a funk so long I’m starting to look within
After such a long time I cant go blaming her or him
I thought I was walking straight but the circle comes around
But lately I’ve been finding myself getting picked up off the ground
How long does it have to happen
Before the light bulb flashes above my head
How many times do I escape with my life intact
Before I find myself somewhere dead?
I think it may be time to change my ways
Some say life is a journey, others say a maze
But I know if I don’t do something drastic
Soon Ill be in the morgue wrapped in plastic
Deep down inside I know that’s not the place for me
But how long can we be blinded before we finally see
Cigarettes kill us slowly yet foolishness kills you quick
I’m still a young man but I know I’m in it too thick
I’ve been making too many excuses about the life that I lead
For everyone knows that artists live their life to the furthest degree
But I hear the names of Jimi and Jim and Janice and Kurt
And I know you can only get so lucky before you get hurt
Then buried in the dirt, can you think of something worse?
My day is coming I have no doubt
Some styles fade in while others fade out
But I got a good half century still left in me and my soul
Before I get too rusty, before I get too old
Right now as I’m writing - half the Beatles are dead
Will I live to see the last one go - well that remains to be said