Guerilla Disc: Sonar
Someday (click song title for lyrics)
(Sheryl Diane (voc)(k) Gerald Turner II (b) Thaddeus Turner (g) Brian Young (d-trks))
Shumsky (c) 2003
Someday
Monday run off, rush away
gone to catch a bus
and a quick glimpse of
some natural beauty
going nowhere roads
labyrinth under the
gray day’s discontent
a golden canopy of leaves
bounces nickel raindrops
onto the zigzag grid
taillights crying out red-eyed
leaving you with cobra spit
mirrorized by the view and the sure-fire hits on the
windshield
Somehow, Someday,
It’ll all work out.
Crimson morning yesteryear
same ol’ what am I doin’ here?
Turning up the close collar
seeking heat
drive by like a
missile glistening
red-eyed roadways
keep chasing down
that winding dollar design
I’m
sealed into my
tarnished time capsule
shiftin through
some long lost reverie
from our forbidden cafe
where we were so
content to watch
the lost penny
in the middle of the sidewalk