LORELEI

To last year's city, once again it's me, 
caught in the place of all I'll never be.
The great southern kiss, a cinnamon sigh, 
put it to me gently won't you Lorelei?

Hers; the year that took a life to untie, 
trappings from the pocket of my cold mind. 
Oh you couldn't frame a crueller design, 
how time means nothing till it pass you by.

Good love keeps me going,
good love keeps on going past.
Good love keeps me going,
but good love seems to go so fast.
So fast.

To the faceless youth, pride has just begun,
set yourselves afire to be seen by anyone. 
Shedding brothers, kin, a vagrant in your home, 
dance as far from the tree as you dare to roam.

But this whirling gig is a quick step loan,
to hold you to the very things you've thrown.
And know its yourself that you can't disown,
echo your father on the family stone.

Good love keeps me going,
good love keeps on going past.
Good love keeps me going,
but good love seems to go so fast.
So fast.

To she who's found lonely and reaching out,
pulling on threads from a crown of doubt.
Set stationed, bound, rehearsing a bow,
sheltering the parts that they can't allow.

You won't be the girl in the mirror now,  
keep her under your pillow next to your vow.
Should your weighted strand fall across my brow,
and get tangled all up in me somehow.

Good love keeps me going,
good love keeps on going past.
Good love keeps me going,
but good love seems to go so fast.
So fast.

Here's to the old men fading in the bar,
burnt amber dancing in a sipping jar.
It's just shy of noon as they break their fast,
how humdrum the day, the head and the glass.

Called bitter and bold as they hone their craft,
and believe their lot to have been miscast.
When a crack of a lip frames a moribund laugh,
salute to a year that never could last. 

Good love keeps me going,
good love keeps on going past.
Good love keeps me going,
but good love seems to go so fast
So fast.