what's it to ya
I'm sitting here
trying to figure out
what all this
tragedy is all about
I've got the gist
of it..never turning
my back against the
wall of spray paint
and tacited reason
I see..I believe..
I can make out
the pretty picture
and come to a
conclusion..
Without with you
we can only defend
our own sentiment
and sweet monitary
dependant..the cash
flow..is none existant..
the willows doeth
bend when the storm
arises..and toeth
each season and
the rhyme and reason
for every tempest
has it's thunder..
and didn't you know..
or ever wonder..why
the reaction may be
justified..but the
child inside..weeps
the loneliness of
a bitter sweet tome
in the end..it was
all in vain..
catch the train..
ride the rails..
I'm'a callin' out
to you..
all aboard..
last train leaving..
for Omaha and Wichita..
fare thee well..
oh sweet passenger..
keep riding out into
the sun..maybe you'll
find your place..
where the buffalo
once graced..and
away went my son..
never to be seen
again..