There’s things on my mind,
People talking, get them out,
They all talk rubbish.
I’m looking for change,
Not pennies but a life change,
To be a writer.
Autumn’s nearly here,
And you can feel it in the air,
The trees feel it too.
Music’s a pleasure,
That I really can enjoy,
To listen or play.
I’m feeling lucky,
The way it’s gone this evening,
Best leave it alone.
