26/7/08, 356Last lines to our maniac dreams
Lights out, love’s lost in the dark
Life isn’t always what it seems
When you’re racing it,
When you’re hung on the last chance remark,
When you’re awake and you’re facing it.
You’ve broken down, girl
You’re the loser.
You’re fortune’s clown, girl,
Beggar, not chooser.
Wake up in a fit
You know what you are
Get up and run for it,
You won’t get far
There’s no place to turn here
No going back, it
Has no reverse gear.
So forward madly
Till you stack it
Take what’s coming
Fortune’s packet,
Death’s defying,
But you can’t hack it.
Love isn’t always what it seems,
Last lines pen our maniac’s dreams.
Lights out, life’s lost in the dark.
When you’re awake and you’re facing it,
You’re all though with racing it,
All that’s left is the last chance remark.