The Furies

Photo by RP Thomas

Tex’s Unfinished Song

Well the bar is open too late,

And nobody knows my songs.

People come round looking for Lizzie

Without knowing she’s long gone.

I can hear her voice in the wild.

It blows in like a storm in winter.

Like the cry of a lonesome child,

It makes me the loathsome fool.

I’d be crazy to ever try to win her.

For she’s thinking about someone new;

A man with my old bus and toolbox,

And a differing point of view…

ED: At this this point Tex stopped writing

In deference to another ’57 Fury sighting.

TS