Lost Again


By Tim S Poma

When I get this funny feeling
That the winds against my back
It’s almost as if the train has slipped the tracks
And I wonder if the things in life will ever bring it back
Or will I ever more be lonely
With the wind be hind my back

Because I am lost and lonely
I’m dirty and confused
I once was your only
I use to be your muse
No longer do I sit beside you now
I’m in another town
And when I’m alone boy how the whisky drowns!

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