Morning, he wakes, and he has a cup
Takes a smoke and, then, looking up
He thinks about a life that never was
Tries his best to understand the cause.
Sun lights the balls that bounce, the dogs that bark
As he makes his way across the park.
You can’t say he’s less deceived
As he writes the branches on to the tree
Where he sees …
Green-shadowed people sit or walk in rings
As their children say a thousand things.
And nothing makes any sense.
Oh, I miss my innocence
Stops into a church along the way
To see what the silence has to say
Struggles in his soul to hear the sound
Of the spirits in the shadows all around
Back on the path, he pictures walking on.
Whatever happens soon enough is gone.
The best he can do is say he tried
To take his chance down the long slide
Where he sees …
Chorus
At night he goes to pub and has a pint.
Thinks of all the things he left behind.
Dropped them somewhere on the road
But that never lighted up the load.
Morning he wakes and he has a cup
Takes a smoke and, then, looking up
He thinks about the way life goes past
Flashing like a dangled looking glass
Where he sees …
Green-shadowed people sit or walk in rings
As their children say a thousand things
And nothing makes any sense
Oh, I miss my innocence.
Oh lord, it’s just …
Green-shadowed people sit or walk in rings
As their children sing a million things
Nothing makes any sense.
I miss my innocence.
© Jeff Cobb