Dylan plays on,
Blank Pages await,
It’s been long,
Pink Nail polish and a lot of Blue!
Crushing Crowd tumbling,
I’m looking down,
Nobody wants to see,
Is that a silhouette?
Behind a cigarette,
Eyes on Auto Focus,
Mister Pip don’t cry,
Doesn’t matter how good it was....
Pacing to catch an Auto,
Drenched from head to toe,
I scored sitting on church stairs,
Doesn’t matter how good it was.....
I going to plan a trip to UAE,
And walk the streets in shorts,
Dusty roads –
But they’re in here too......
Prisoner in my mind –
I’ve tried to let you free
You’ve paid for your crime,
Silver chains and a lot of Blue.
Smiles, talks and people,
Decisions gone to drain,
Doesn’t matter how good it was,
I’m always alone at the end of each day!
