He found himself cryin one day and he asked himself why
But he didn't have an answer so he began to dry
His eyes dabbing away with a handkerchief
And soon he found to his ultimate relief
That he wasn't really living but only pretending
To live the life of misery he loved so much
He wasn't really cryin but just approximatin
What it'd feel like if he ever felt a human touch
Journeyman of Charades
Wally Pipp stepped out one day coz his head wasn't feelin too hot
Lou Gehrig stepped in for the next 2130 and Wally never got back his spot
Just like the Journeyman who never got to be in
The poker game of life and use his poker grin
To fool you into thinking he thought he was real
But he knew the truth whenever he tried to feel
His life was a black and white that got colorized
All the colors look so pretty but they just don't feel that right
Sittin way out in the bleacher seats watchin the game of love
Getting splashed with beer from the guy sittin right above
Once I tried to play but I could never make the grade
So now all I can be is the Journeyman of Charades
Friday, May 8, 2009
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