Wednesday’s pace

I checked the schedule and punched my clock

Just like midweek’s fate does

I pushed the pedal and passed a cop

Today’s date was filed as paused

Dusty shelf a dying day

Need more than a change of pace

Rusty self I’m trying to say

we explore the stranger I face

The guitarist needed a place to sit

So the singer could shine on the stage

When the song played. You appeared with it

A dead ringer full of whine and rage

My memories always better than realities

Better the song was never played

Let the passion build up to casualties

And the road be never paved

So we can sit and enjoy what might never be

we wake to work toward graves

As the days cast their jury vote

And the Shepards wave their canes

Dusty shelf a dying day

Need more than a change of pace

Rusty self I’m trying to say

Me a whore the stranger I waste

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