Seems Like

This is a song I wrote five years ago.

I was walkin' downtown with my head in my hands

Feelin' just like a homeless man

My hands are dirty, my hair is rough

I'm gonna get goin cause I've had enough

Bob is on the shelf and Jimi's on the wall

Baby's in the kitchen and daddy's in the hall

A love that lasts is a love to keep

John Lennon said, "Love is all you need."

I woke up from a dream

Went down brushing my teeth

Combed My hair up right

Then I grabbed my guitar

And left for the night

But I can't move, I'm too uptight

It's one in the morning then it's six o'clock

Every dream you had is a dream you forgot

You can't go back our turn around

You're stuck down here in this god-awful town

Falling down backwards in the old southland

You use to feel at home when you were holding her hand

Money's tight, nothin's free

Seems like everybody wants a piece of me

I fell into a dream

About a boat upstream

Grabbed a book and my shades

When I reached for my blade

I found I was in a crusade

And I killed some people who shoulda been saved

Then I was walkin' downtown with my head in my hands

Livin' just like a homeless man

My hair got dirty and my hands got rough

I'm gonna get goin cause I had enough