Lonesome Song

Sun on the hillsides,
the river tells the trains to ride on,
like they're racing that going sun.

The main drag knocks along,
summer dames take their dresses for a walk
down on the courthouse lawn;

and I walk the long mile of the exile,
I guess I always will.
Now the sun slides on the westside
down behind the hills.

It's been a lonesome song of a day.

I'd just as soon dodge the moon
as I'd try and dodge the thought of you,
everyday's a song and you're the proof.

It wasn't so long ago
when you put me out of doors
with nothing but a suitcase full of poems.
You said I was sunlight at midnight...
a poet with the sea on my lips.
You said my life rhymes with the lonesome lines
that drip from my fingertips.

It's been a lonesome song of a day.

There's a book I been meaning to write,
about how my words are the proof that I'm alive,
but it would take me ten lifetimes.
So until I lay down for good,
I'm gonna live each day the way I should,
like it's the best song I've ever heard.

You said I was sunlight at midnight...
a poet with the sea on my lips.
And now the sun slides on the westside
down behind the hills.

And it's a lonesome song of a day.