Shangri-La

A silly little diddy I wrote that I hope to make into a song on my acoustic sometime...it's got just the faintest hint of a Dylan jam.

 

Woke up with mascara smeared

Underneath sunken eyelids

I looked around to see something familiar near

Only thing I saw were some empty bottles of gin

I thought to myself

This ain’t no Shangri-la

 

I got on the elevator

And waited my turn

When I got outside

Found one last cigarette

…Broken

I thought to myself

This ain’t no Shangri-la

 

Turned the corner

Round’ a place I used to call home

Saw some weathered clothing

Laying near

Looked a little closer

A pair of eyes drew me near

Hey, can you spare some change for some cheap malt beer?

I thought to myself

This ain’t no Shangri-la

 

Yeah, this ain’t no Shangri-la

 

Walkin’ past Wacker Drive

I wonder if any of these people

That pass me by

Really know they are alive

Dressed up lookin’ like clowns

Serious drawn frowns

Yeah, this ain’t no Shangri-la

 

Get on that train

Feet startin to ache

Sit down and begin to wait

Some man sits down next to me

He smells so rotten and is far too near

I thought to myself

This ain’t no Shangri-la

 

Couple of hours later

Steamin’ away north

Finally gettin’ off that train

Lookin around

Blue skies

Treelines

Birds fly

 

Yeah, I’ve got my Shangri-la

I finally found my Shangri-la