"Shiny shoes and a fresh shirt
Lost his smokes in a puddle
Light Boy Jones said, "What's the trouble?,
It's raining everywhere"

He picked up one wet cigarette
and tucked it behind his ear
And waited for the sun to come out 
to dry away those tears

And Light Boy Jones felt like he was home

A tiny day for judgement anger would not rest
He watched as all the people took it out on those they love best
He thought, "No one ever stops! And no one's patient anymore!"
He himself had a bad day on the twenty second floor

With dry tobacco on the side of his head 
And a half-dry suit and shoes
He shoulder-flung his splashy coat
And moved to the sunshine blues

And Light Boy Jones felt like he was home again
Light Boy Jones felt like he was home " - Sean Rook

Light Boy Jones

Singer/songwriter from the south side of Chicago.

For business inquiries: seanrook3@gmail.com