Ms. Lane

A song I wrote about a conversation I had with a friend. Ah, those spontaneous after school drives.

Let me tell you about Ms. Lane

I think it'd be a crying shame

If the world didn't know

She was bursting with firelight

A bridge between wrong and right

Follows her own flow

And her green eyes will shoot you down

Pick you up off the ground

Dust you off, put you on your feet again

Tries to be the best she can be

Tries to keep the world free

Pulls a smile from

Your cursed Amen.

 

CHORUS

She's always wanting what she can't have

Having all she's never wanted, yeah

She never sees the bad without the good

She's a fire without wood

But she keeps on burning

Keeps on burning

 

Once when I was feeling down

She picked me up, we drove around

For hours on end

And I saw her cry, oh so small

Nothing I could do at all

But sit and listen

She told me an awful truth

Taking life like Johnny Boothe

In leaping faith she fell and broke a bone

So I looked her in the eyes

I could tell just by their size

We'd never be alone

 

CHORUS

BRIDGE

 

So when we walk east and west

I'll know that it is for the best

You're the greatest friend a man could ever have

I'll read your book, you'll see my show

And where we'll be, god only knows

And I can only hope

 

That you want all that you have

Have all you've never wanted

You still see the bad without the good

You're still a fire without wood

That you kept on burning

You kept on burning

You gotta keep on, gotta keep on

Burning

Yes, you gotta keep on, gotta keep on

Gotta keep on burning.

Reviews

[Hannah Morgan]

I wish I wish I could play an instrument! As I was reading I could all pick up a tune in my head.
Find someone who has a guitar and give this a tune. It certainly deserves it.
Well done!