Another Sunday Psalm

Intro So what’s in the back of your little red book? And why do you smile when you know I’m done? There’s bait on the air and a lazy old sun To keep the heat in every inkling A forest fire of sideways thinking The tricks all tried A thousand times To wrestle down the wind You fade in the haze of the opening road I fought for you once but I must let go Cos how many years can you keep this whole? Too many other cats are craving They’re polishing their claws and saying In fifteen words What took me years To hang my name upon Harmonica Break |1 2 |1 2 |1 2 | |1 2 |1 2 |1 2 | |1 2 |1 2 |1 2 |1 2 |1 2 | |1 2 |1 2 |1 2 |1 2 |1 | A crowd flowed the isles as Euripides slunk Over yellow stone cliffs to the home that he loved You seize this disease ’til you’re all used up Consoling every unpaid artist The chance to finish what they started Another Sunday psalm