My love tell me where did you go
Nights the summer moon was hanging low?
With it's heavy and sanguine glow
You're small and dark and without home

These days I can't find my smile
Just one grain away from a pile
Lost inside the suburban sprawl
Sub divisions and shopping malls

In the blur of the passing days 
I drink so much I forget my name
Driving out to a place in town
Where grass is tall and the faces are brown

Take a shot 
and I'm looking to score
With the white lady
 that loves me more

The past is a sad and tragic play
Where the actors play in rolls they hate
I've seen it all a million times
I've memorized each and every line

I walk the streets a displaced ghost
Past restruraunts and shop windows
Things that only the privileged know
Like tax evasion and a summer home

And no one knows from where I come
Street urchent sex worker bums
Further now than you ever were
But we can't bring back what never was

The past is a sad and tragic play
Where actors play in the rolls they hate
I've seen it all a million times
I've memorized each and every line

And though it fills my heart with pain
I'll watch it over and over again

The Thespian

Sounds from Friday night

The Arab Spring

Guitar, Vocals - Brandon Hunter

Sounds from Friday night

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