I know I'm young, but its the oldest I've been I'm 23 now, to 24 I'll never see these years so don't make me ask again, and hold out old tin cup just reach out for my hands and me up...
got no trouble staying and might think that I've blessed lord you know I'd say yes god smiles the hungry, while you laugh...
in this second story novel, that I call up the stairs and the hall its like turning the page got no rugs my floors, but it'll have to do for now but I'm only older...
and I worry about MISS MARIA though she'll even know that I exist well we lost her 15 years ago, but I've been finding her all my there's something the way she looks that moves me there's something about the way she that moves me...
this cigarette smoke, still clings to my shirt, my and my hands well you I ain't making jack, but you know that I'll be back I've got nothing else to I've got else to offer this is all got to offer...
and I worry MISS ALVA MARIA though she'll never even know I exist well we her 15 years ago but I've been finding her all my life there's something about the way she looks moves me there's about the way she loves that moves me something about how she loses it all that moves me wont you tell me what its to be remembered?
I I'm young, but this is the oldest I've ever been I'm 23 now, to 24 I'll never see years again...