Writing

An autobiography in songs

 

 

In my life there have been more questions than answers

As a child I was dazed and confused

But we had few restrictions then – we were running wild

 

I wish I could say I got too much, too young – but I didn’t

I was always looking out for love and finally found someone who agreed when I said I’m your man

 

I spent my working life trying to teach your children

And, now, in the living years, I travel the world and the seven seas

I looked for America, took the A train, and crossed the 59th street bridge, feeling groovy

But O Canada! I have stood where the sun pours down like honey on our lady of the harbour.

I was big in Japan, I had China in my hand

And I’ve been down under

 

I’ve shared the joys and the anguish between a father and son, and between a father and daughter, and now I’m grandad

 

Once I thought I would be forever young, but now it seems I’m an old man

I’m captive on the carousel of time – I can’t return, I can only look behind

But I can see the world from both sides now,

And I fully appreciate that you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone

 

I was once a guitar man.

I wrote the songs with words that tear and strain to rhyme

 

Now, everyday I’d write the book – well, not quite every day

I enjoy the process, but after all, it’s only words

 

However I have achieved my lifetime’s ambition to be a paperback writer

 

The End