Alone ( the blues)

Riding the Bumps

I get tired, I get scared
I get to thinking no-one cares
Rocket lollies shopping trollies
Collie dogs and twisted brollies
I get tired I’m afraid
I don’t get kissed I don’t get laid
And that’s a lie but what is worse
Is no one cares and I feel cursed
Doe eyed deer cheap bus fares
News at 10 and no one cares.
I care, I’m kind I’m left behind
Sell my soul bump and grind.
Remote control, rock n roll
Rolling freight and fishing bait.
I’m afraid I get scared
Rocking chair and humming birds

Kazzy