Sad again, to think of one
Who’s broken my fragile heart.
I hear a favorite song of mine,
I’m into my favorite part.
Blue again, to remember friends
Who have came and left me alone.
I hear the bass pumping hard,
And nothing could go wrong.
Too excited from a joke,
I need to catch my breath.
A heart bleeding song plays,
And feels as though my death.
The world I know and live in
Is one to keep you moody.
But the music we have to hear
Keeps thing really groovy.
So try to understand why
The radio takes my mind.
I’d rather be caught up in music
Then let the world leave me behind.

10-25-1990 Thursday
Written by Gail Brookshire