Driving home tonight
Got my suitcase on my mind
Wishing I could pack up and leave
All of these troubled times behind
Longing for some happiness
I need some time alone
I am tired of paying the mortgage on
A house that ain't my home
Chorus
a house that ain't my home
Love got lost outside the door
I was never carried over the threshold
And love don't live here anymore
So tired of living day to day
With no feeling cheek to cheek
Running fast and going nowhere
On this tainted easy street
Desperate for survival
Each day gets a little harder to go on
I am tired of paying the mortgage on
A house that ain't my home
Chorus
a house that ain't my home
Love got lost outside the door
I was never carried over the threshold
And love don't live here anymore
Ambition slowly fades away
And to loneliness I succumb
But I am tired of paying the mortgage
On a house that ain't my home
Do you ever notice how poems flow with beauty but songs sometimes sound like a broken record? Well, I tried to write something that was similar to the words of songs that sound so dull until you put music to them. I seriously doubt I pulled it off but I really dream of writing a song someday and this sounds like a bit of a tear in my beer saga. Hmmm??? Can someone make a tune out of it?
