Nothing in common
1.The
things that make me happy
Are
so few, baby, so few,
I
don’t even mention them,
They
mean nothing to you.
A
few guitar chords in the dark,
When
I walk at night in the park
Coming
home from wherever I’ve been.
2.The
things that make my heart sing
Are
so blue, baby, so blue,
They
make everyone fall asleep,
Like
they do with you, too.
Writing
a poem now and then,
About
lonesome women and men,
A
distraction from what can’t be unseen.
3.I
try hard to socialize
Like
now, baby, you see,
But
I quickly realize
It
means nothing to me.
So
why waste time and space with it,
I
would be such a hypocrite,
So I go sit alone by a blue stream.
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