The Poet

My fame is an echo of the evening sun
Now I'm where I was ten years ago
A failed poet lying in the gutter
Thought I could be more now I don't know

Five miles east of the sparkling river
Is a place I've never been and I never want to see
But if I have a shot at becoming something
It sure ain't here where
The wind can see right through me

Tomorrow already happened twice
My rain-washed clothes are falling off my back
Time is all I have but it's running out
My words ain't worth the cost of a paperback

A hazy shadow drifting through the crowd
Shone through the night
Like a note without a chord
As the fire flickered and the sparks that flew
Lit up her face well I grew bored

Tomorrow already happened twice
My rain-washed clothes are falling off my back
Time is all I have but it's running out
My words ain't worth the cost of a paperback

I slipped through the gate
To the Court of Miracles
And I woke up 3 days later
With the rising sunset

The blind man painted
In the light of the burning rain
And the circle of thieves
Told me I was in their debt

Tomorrow already happened twice
My rain-washed clothes are falling off my back
Time is all I have but it's running out
My words ain't worth the cost of a paperback

The King said all my empty years
Just delay my death
If I'm trying to make them more
Well it's not working

She was there as the daylight faded away
He turned his head
And I ran to keep on searching

Tomorrow already happened twice
My rain-washed clothes are falling off my back
Time is all I have but it's running out
My words ain't worth the cost of a paperback



Credits
Writer(s): Jango Ruckrich
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