Friday, April 25, 2008

Number Eleven


Sometimes I get so lonesome- but I'm not sure
for where or why- just like old Hank
who sang that song- I get so lonesome I could cry.

But I get lonesome for the road and spaces inbetween
I get lonesome and homesick for places
I've never been.
Sometimes I get so lonesome and sad and
awful blue- but not sad enough to turn back
on my road to stop and look for you.

Like old Hank on that sad highway
he was alive in Lubbock and lost on New Years Day
alone and cold in the back of a car
I think I'd like to go that way.

Sometimes I get so lonesome
but just for land and sky
Sometimes I get so lonesome
I could just breakdown and cry.

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