Why Aren’t There More Songs Like This on the Radio?
©2006 Ekendra dasa
I saw an old man walkin’ . He had a hard time walkin’
So I did a little backward bendin’ as if that would keep me young
But everything here is so temporary. Sign said lift the nozzle,
Fill ‘er up and hit the highway.
In the pickup next to me, I saw a red haired girl smokin’ a cigarette
Otherwise attractive. I saw her ponytail. I saw her seein’ me.
But what I could not see was the soul inside. I know that’s the real deal
But I’m not there yet. All I can see is Red hair and cigarettes.
Why can’t I stay young? Why must I get old? While we’re on the subject,
What am I here for? Was I a malcontent in a perfect world? Is that what landed me
In the twentieth century? Who is in charge here? Tell me, who runs the show?
If I ever find out, there’s a lotta things I’d sure like to know
Muhammad Ali said he was the greatest in nineteen seventy-four
He does not say that anymore. Time passes so fast – quickly away it slips
Through the middle of an hourglass shaped like a woman’s hips
And every grain of sand, it flows down the river, and from the river to the sea
They say life began there, but I know better
Why aren’t there more songs like this on the radio?