Energy and passion and anger and frustration
You can’t find it in the words of hacks and posers
But in every desperate word of real poets
Howling against the tide of reality, screaming into the night
Or else looking out at a world that ge
Where does the road go?
Where does the highway end?
What will I do when the road turns to sand
And there’s nobody there and there’s no friends?
I’m thinking of leaving
Thinking of going home
But after living on the road so long
I realiz
I used to sing
Don’t let me down
But I let myself down
I used to sing
Manic Monday
But every day is Monday
I used to sing
You can’t always get what you want
But I found out I can’t even get what I need
I used to sing
A little help
