THESE DAYS

Eyes half open half awake
I lift my head and try to shake
Impending Sunday afternoon
Pretending she'll come over soon

Alone again with my TV
and friends who never once met me
their staring back behind the glass
they help to make the hours pass
when-
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These Days come to me

Telephone refuse to ring
I've dusted off most everything
I've read a book or three or four
I look through ones I've read before

Concentration slips away
I don't believe a word I say
bout isolation gilded stage,
and dream about a the perfect cage when-
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BRIDGE:
Images outside the window
couples holding hands
just once I'd like to dine and dance
live a story book romance
and what I wouldn't give
to really live
and look deep within her eyes
and never have to fantasize...


Come back to list of things to do
I've made it up to number two
And put that off until I feel
like making time for something real

Till idle hands the devil's tool
take liberties I learned in school when-
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PURCHASE