someone_to_tell_my_story_when_i'm_gone raze though i try to organize things still take me by surprise dust flies up into my eyes and leaves me hanging on my childhood's a blur somehow one day i'll forget me now i might need someone to tell my story when i'm gone i spend time with all my friends i like to hang out with them they cluck around like old hens and tell me when i'm wrong they call me when i'm all cooped up bring me soup and help me up i might need someone to tell my story when i'm gone pieces of me disappear i lose something every year they say one day i won't be here to tell the road i'm on whether it takes guts or glory i won't die here feeling sorry i might need someone to tell my story when i'm gone my folks have been around the bend they've been there and back again been to hell and made some friends that they'd bet their life on now when we sit and play our music i write it down so i don't lose it they might need someone to tell their story when they're gone when i'm old and no one knows me flicker out like those before me winter's come and we walk slowly to the land beyond think of what i've left behind and who is still around to find it i might need someone to tell my story when i'm gone (richard_laviolette) 230918 what's it to you? who go blather from