Scrounger's Lament

Rough one-take of a new song. Copyright 2010 by David Whitwell,
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I'd love to see an angel
Drawing on my window.
Eyes like supernovas,
Hair combed into rainbows.
But instead I can see you naked
By the bedroom door,
Juggling your emotions,
Some fall to the floor
So I'm okay (in my way).
I'd love to feel a snowflake
Kiss my cheek in August
While the world is waiting
For September chorus.
But instead I can feel you glisten
When I'm deep in you,
Listening to the crickets
And Joni Mitchell's Blue
So I'm okay (in my way).
Life is my truancy,
Confusion is my style,
Death is my mutiny,
Seclusion is my smile.
I could be many things
If time would cure today.
But I'm okay, nearly okay (in my way).
I'd love to be a cowboy
In a famous Western,
Showing off my new guns,
Too afraid to shoot them.
But instead I can be whoever
You want me to be.
Just don't be too choosy
Or send the bill to me
So I'm okay (in my way).