CROW
Dangerous Thing
©2005 CROW (aka Tom Doyle)
I had this friend who was drunk all the time.
I asked him why, and he said with a smile,
"It's the only way to be."
He never had enough booze to fill him,
And I told him that one day his liver would kill him,
But I guess that was just his way.
I knew this girl -- she thought she was cute
For bein’ rich and playin’ the flute,
But I never thought much of her.
Then one day I was at a recital,
And who should appear, but this girl in a bridle!
I laughed, in spite of myself.
Down the street lives a hungry old man.
He spends his days with his head in his hands,
So I guess he's got nothin’ to do.
Then one day, I asked him if he'd like to play checkers.
He just raised his eyes and quietly snickered.
I guess he's not much for games.
When I was young, I used to run fast,
But now I am slow, as those days are past,
And it's getting’ hard to move.
Now that my head is full of ideas,
I spend my time lookin’ for reasons
And tryin’ to make my way through.
Well, by and large, I guess I'm a part of the vast majority
Of people writin’ songs and poems of peace and purity,
But I do believe it's a dangerous thing,
To write a song, with nothin’ to say.
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