Jan 10, 2010 00:06
I've been posting a lot of songs, poems and lyrics lately. Sometimes they say the words that escape me. And you know what, I've got another one.
I'm comin' home, I've done my time
Now I've got to know what is and isn't mine
If you received my letter telling you I'd soon be free
Then you'll know just what to do
If you still want me
If you still want me
Whoa, tie a yellow ribbon 'round the ole oak tree
It's been three long years
Do ya still want me? (still want me)
If I don't see a ribbon 'round the ole oak tree
I'll stay on the bus
Forget about us
Put the blame on me
If I don't see a yellow ribbon 'round the ole oak tree
Bus driver, please look for me
'cause I couldn't bear to see what I might see
I'm really still in prison
And my love, she holds the key
A simple yellow ribbon's what I need to set me free
I wrote and told her please
Now the whole damned bus is cheerin'
And I can't believe I see
A hundred yellow ribbons 'round the ole oak tree
I'm comin' home, mmm, mmm
Doesn't work like this anymore. It's too bad too. Yellow ribbons actually existed apart from magnetic car stickers you buy at Wal-Mart.
I got a tattoo today. It's a lark. Seemed appropriate at the time.