As promised, a second song lyric this month.
If this curious mélange of folk wisdom reads like something that should be sung by a guy with a little more life behind him, that might be because I wrote it with the voice of Kris Kristofferson in my head. If that Silver-Tongued Devil would only apply his own particular gravitas to it, this could probably pass as an unusually bad Kristofferson song.
Until then, it’ll have to remain an old man song written by a young man with a bad habit of sometimes thinking of himself as an old man.