Just another smoke
burning out like me,
With no filter for the toxicity,
From all the people
blowing smoke at me,
Been down that
exhausting road so many times.
Writing songs and making rhymes,
But I know that hit I crave will never be….
More than just me
and my humble piano,
Working every day but
never getting too far,
Towards that coveted stage
that’s just a distant speck in eternity…
Wearing my picking fingers to the bone
On that long lost chord
and that perfect tone,
That will make the masses holler,
“Hey, It sounds like a hit to me….”
Just another smoke
burning out like me,
when it comes to love
I’ve had to let it be,
Cause I can’t seem to find a girl
Who’ll tolerate all my moody blues
I guess I’ll just stay
wedded to my piano
And that stool that I’ve
been occupying
Down at the bar,
Sipping black velvet
As I ease the pain
of musician’s dues,
That cost more then me
and my humble piano,
Working every day but
never getting to far
Towards that coveted stage
that’s just distant speck eluding me
Working my picking fingers to the bone
On that long, lost chord
and that perfect tone,
That will make the masses holler,
“Hey it sounds like a hit to me……
“Hey, it sounds like a hit to me………..”
Just another smoke
burning out like me,
One of thousands out there,
it’s no novelty,
And I guess I’ve finally
realized I’ll never be,
Much more then smoke and mirrors,
Failing at my career,
That I once held so dear.......
Marvelous music composed &
played by-Chris Bright ©-2024
lyrics & Vocals Written & Sung at:
Art~Whimsically Yours Studio
by-Matthew F. Blowers III ©-2024
Photo credit: public domain
