It's been a long time coming
and a long time gone
a long time living
and a short time
writing songs

when I look within
my four walls
I see the
characters
that are drawn
some are knights
and some are pawns

some are princesses
and some are vamps
some are innocents
and some are tramps
some move my heartbeat
and some are camp

in the light of a single
candle for a lamp
I see the future through
a keyboard and the past
through a memory that's sometimes
is
twisted and damp

projected through my Lucky 7 guitar
and my portable amp

It's been a long time coming
and a long time gone
a long time living and a
short time writing songs

the apache kid