Weary
Weary, I am weary of traveling life;
this suitcase, the home I carry like a shell -
barstools, my buddies; a typewriter, my wife.
I want to settle, forsake this hotel hell,
buy my last airline ticket and throw away
this suitcase, the home I carry like a shell.
This great war keeps me writing news to dismay,
soldiers' stories hard to portray; I want to
buy my last airline ticket and throw away
all the harsh reminders, hurry home to you,
let pink stained cigarettes kiss mine in the tray.
Soldiers stories, hard to portray, I have to
forget; with you build a lovers' hideaway,
return this lonely, golden earring you gave,
let pink stained cigarettes kiss mine in the tray.
I must return to shores where freedom's flags wave,
return this lonely golden earring you gave.
Weary I am weary of traveling life -
bar stools, my buddies; a typewriter, my wife.
Copyright, November 19, 2014
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