Somewhere near

somewhere far

somewhere down a street

past the local bar

a shot & beer homey kind of place

I go inside and tell my story

to a glass of foam

a poet

and a heart of gold

Kathleen

Why don't you call my name?

Kathleen

call my name

No one hears me tell the truth

I've lost the track of time

the blush of youth

A world that time forgot

Skittle bowls

A social swirl

Bowl of chili

onion rings

the check on time

and a Rolling Rock

Kathleen

why don't you call my name?

Kathleen

call my name

Self pity is a terrible thing to waste

I've dropped out of line

past my prime

slave to a way of life

I'm just the sort of fella to tell a story to

Waiting at a bus stop

bangin on a desktop

I long to see you

Kathleen

why don't you call my name?

Kathleen

call my name

Something near

something far

something down a street

past the local bar

a shot & beer homey kind of thing

I go inside and show my face

It's someone I barely know

a poet

and a heart of gold

Kathleen

call me