Lament - District 97, John Wetton

I guess I tried to show you how

I’d take the crowd with my guitar

And business men would clap their hands

And clip another fat cigar

And publishers would spread the news

And print my music far and wide

And all the kids who played the blues

Would learn my licks with a bottle neck slide

But now it seems the bubble’s burst

Although you know there was a time

When love songs gathered in my head

With poetry in every line

And strong men strove to hold the doors

While with my friends I passed the age

When people stomped on dirty floors

Before I trod the rock’n’roll stage

I’ll thank the man who’s on the 'phone

And if he has the time to spend

The problem I’ll explain once more

And indicate a sum to lend

That ten percent is now a joke

Maybe thirty, even thirty-five

I’ll say my daddy’s had a stroke

He’d have one now, if he only was alive

I like the way you look at me You’re laughing too down there inside

I took my chance and you took yours

You crewed my ship, we missed the tide

I like the way the music goes

There’s a few good guys who can play it right

I like the way it moves my toes

Just say when you want to go and dance all night…