LYRICS
Maybe I’m clueless
Guessing the homeless
In spite of the storm
Had to leave home
Not of the norm
In a hurry
Alas, couldn’t last
Had to move fast
Probably had to scurry
Shedding their bedding
Hope the coat can float
Wondering how does it feel
Abandoning your last meal?
I suppose when forced to roam
Everywhere you call is home
Despite the storm
Won’t help to moan
Now, the new norm
Is to hurry
The past couldn’t last
Had to move fast
Probably had to scurry
ABOUT THE SONG
Written in between Market, Gay and Church Streets in Chester County, West Chester, PA. (Gay Church)
I was sitting on a bench getting ready to write a song when I looked over at abandoned belongings.
Style: Folk Rock
Chords: C7 C / Am Em
Recording: original take / live digital 1-track stereo
Instrumentation: Vocals, Guitar