Corner of My Mind
Walking down the road
My feet are hurting
Eyes are tired
Just trying to find my way to somewhere I aspire
I've got a feeling when I go around this bend
I'll find some kind of heaven
Tucked away from desolation
It's a crazy world these days to try and make a living
Chances are you'll end up mopping floors at some old restaurant
Your paycheck pays the bills
Ain't got no time for no thrills
You try to have an illusion but you too wrapped up in confusion
I had a dream last night I found a bridge I felt like crossing
It was red in color and under a muddy river was rising
And on the other side
Stood a woman looking fine
She told me a few words to keep
In the corner of my mind
When the moonlights shining down think of all the dreams you've had
The places you have been to
The people and what they said
Messages are transmitted in many different way
Might as well listen to the subconscious in your brain
Step inside a run down ranned out smokey old bar
Tell them all you want to do is just sing them a song
And if they'll listen tell them just all about how it is
If the moonshine has no taste
Somethings gotta give
And as I carry on I often wonder where I'm headed
All of my friends are doing things I never expected
This road keeps getting shorter and the days are getting longer
Don't try to reach me
My mailbox is out of order
My feet are hurting
Eyes are tired
Just trying to find my way to somewhere I aspire
I've got a feeling when I go around this bend
I'll find some kind of heaven
Tucked away from desolation
It's a crazy world these days to try and make a living
Chances are you'll end up mopping floors at some old restaurant
Your paycheck pays the bills
Ain't got no time for no thrills
You try to have an illusion but you too wrapped up in confusion
I had a dream last night I found a bridge I felt like crossing
It was red in color and under a muddy river was rising
And on the other side
Stood a woman looking fine
She told me a few words to keep
In the corner of my mind
When the moonlights shining down think of all the dreams you've had
The places you have been to
The people and what they said
Messages are transmitted in many different way
Might as well listen to the subconscious in your brain
Step inside a run down ranned out smokey old bar
Tell them all you want to do is just sing them a song
And if they'll listen tell them just all about how it is
If the moonshine has no taste
Somethings gotta give
And as I carry on I often wonder where I'm headed
All of my friends are doing things I never expected
This road keeps getting shorter and the days are getting longer
Don't try to reach me
My mailbox is out of order
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Writer(s): Curtis Walsh
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