Poet With Wings

Poet With Wings

With memories of your sweet love on my mind.
I thumbed my way south in the rain.
Thinking of bridges I've burned in my life.
Each bridge causes somebody pain
Yesterday's apples are gone from the trees sour grapes are gone from the vine.
Tomorrow a new life is starting for you while nothing is changing in mine.

A drifter is only a poet with wings.
He moves but he can't learn to fly.
Running in footsteps ahead of his time with no one to hear if he cries.

I'm only a south wind that blew in your life to warn you but just for a while.
I know what it means sweetheart when you lose but someday you'll look back and smile.
I can't be your lover you don't want a friend.
I guess that's the way it must be.
For nothing remains as it was yesterday you'd only be hurt loving me.

A drifter is only a poet with wings.
He moves but he can't learn to fly.
Running in footsteps ahead of his time with no one to hear if he cries.
A drifter is only a poet with wings.
He moves but he can't learn to fly.
Running in footsteps ahead of his time with no one to hear if he cries.
With no one to hear if he cries.