Borderline existence
(c) words and music, Marc D. Beaudin
Got me rocking in my cage.
The dreamer’s out in space now
And I’ve not yet come of age.
I’m turning every page
I’m turning every page.
A poem is like a dreamer
A pencil’s like a page.
The winds they may blow lightly
But the ocean’s in a rage.
They’re turning every page in my mind
They’re turning every page
But I’m not worried…..
I’ve spent ten years now
Learning not to waste my time
I punch my clock and pillow
Make a turnstile take a dime.
They’re turning every page in my mind
They’re turning every page…
Oh, I’m not worried.
I’m not worried.
So we’re human so we suffer says the wise man
So we’re human so we suffer…
Every woman wants to let her husband have a child,
Women take the long way home and we stay in the wild.
I think we ought to put our children by
And let the earth slow down awhile.
So we’re human so we suffer says the wise man,
Tell the truth.
No, your eyes can …
Borderline existence
Has me rockin in my cage,
The dreamers out in space now
And I’ve not yet come of age.
They’re turning every page…
I’m turning every page…
I’m turning every page
I’m turning every page in my mind
But I’m not worried.