My last counter burning, guitar by my side
Kristofferson says, "Buddy, get a thicker hide"
The radio's in full blast, outside there's a lot of noise
I have my guitar, I don't have Kristofferson's poise;
My Cigarette is running out and burns my dreams too.
But with Kristofferson on, I think I will make do.
I have lost track of life, with all its fores and hinds
And lonesome was more than a state of mind.
I lose my thoughts, I've got to have my say
I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday.
......by Arani sanyal (spelt out over a mug of beer:-P )
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