I wrote this today. Surprising uninspired by anything in my life. Enjoy!

Might Have Been a Friend in the End

Kid got lucky,
in those first few years,
played some songs,
we bought him a few beers.

One night around Jimmy the keep,
we listened and thought,
about where the Kid was,
and the life he had bought.

Cause one night he packed up and left,
down a one way street,
somewhere in Harlem,
Jimmy, Fekman, and I, still tapping our feet.

Found something better,
on the other side,
he must have thought,
stick on the metal of ride.

The band spend some time on the road,
and we watched him get a little lost,
he’d never call, not his thing, or ours for that matter.
We were the old shoe that he tossed.

We were proud,
like three men watching someone
we never knew but cared about,
out in the world having some fun.

After a while,
got wind of the next big thing.
Skipped one of his albums,
and gave my girl a ring.

There were other things on my mind
for a while, and the lights on the Kid’s stage had to dim.
And if he had forgotten from where he came,
then where he came from was just eventually going to forget him.

No one blamed him,
he had things he wanted to do,
and when he left home,
it was a few days before any one knew.

With friends like us,
it’s no wonder he left.
I just hope he never thought,
that to his music, I was deaf.