The Futile Chase
In the fast lane of pain
Driving around with the insane
Could it be true my life was in vain?
Are we all masters of our poison domain?
Can’t see my hand in front of my face
The smell of burnt leather and lace
My love is lost without a trace
Perhaps it was all a futile chase,
Memories that smite me through the hours
Lost opportunities and baby showers
Tomb stones and colorful flowers
A life that time surely devours,
Missed connections and vague regrets
All those aversions upon which we are beset
My children do I owe you a debt?
All the lost lovers I ever met,
I hear jazz somewhere on the street
She was merely too shy for us to meet
My Dear you could have been a bit more discrete
On the streetcar of dreams just take your seat,
Reflections in a cold gray pond
Of a life we once had that moved on
But baby it left me here way beyond
This last vestige of a Swan,
So now through the years
I deal with and harbor those fears
Being a man I hide those tears
Just one more glass and say “Cheers”.