Kathleen

Somewhere near Somewhere far Somewhere down a street Past the local bar A shot and beer kinda homey place I go inside and tell my story To a glass of foam A poet and a heart of gold Kathleen Wwy don't you call my name? Kathleen call me No one hears me tell the truth I lost the track of time The blush of youth A world that time forgot A skittle bowl social swirl Bowl of chili Onion rings The check on time and a Rolling Rock Kathleen Wwy don't you call my name? Kathleen call me Self pity is a terrible thing to waste I've dropped out of line Past my prime Slavе to a way of life I'm just the sort of fellow To tеll a story to Waiting at a bus stop Banging on a desktop I long to see you Kathleen Wwy don't you call my name? Kathleen call me Something near Something far Something down a street Past the local bar A shot and beer kinda homey thing I go inside to show my face It's someone I barely know A poet and a heart of gold Kathleen call me