Wheedling Weebles Wobble (but they don't fall down)
Sometimes I have things I'd like to say, but it's just safer keeping them to myself.
I was reading "esssspen" the magazine during a work break tonight and there was this line in there:
he plays with all the energy of a channel-surfing insomniac
yeah, I still don't quite understand that line.
I like lines. Except in traffic. But that's another story. I don't like sitting still unless it's on a front porch. But line, well maybe more apt turn of the phrase. But that's another story too for another place and time, or just better kept to myself.
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher
But I flew too high
Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I can hear the voices when I'm dreaming
I can hear them say
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man
It surely means that I don't know
On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune
But I hear the voices say
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
I was reading "esssspen" the magazine during a work break tonight and there was this line in there:
he plays with all the energy of a channel-surfing insomniac
yeah, I still don't quite understand that line.
I like lines. Except in traffic. But that's another story. I don't like sitting still unless it's on a front porch. But line, well maybe more apt turn of the phrase. But that's another story too for another place and time, or just better kept to myself.
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher
But I flew too high
Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I can hear the voices when I'm dreaming
I can hear them say
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man
It surely means that I don't know
On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune
But I hear the voices say
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done