My Views

by Stephen M. Golden

Copyright © 24 June 1990

I was listnin’ to my stereo the other day

‘n’Don was tellin’ me some facts.

He said I found an excuse, but not a reason to walk away.

Made me stop right in my tracks.

Gave me a good talkin’ to. I had to agree. What else could I do?

I sat and listened to what he had to say.

I knew he was right in a sad kind of way,

but it didn’t seem to change my views.

When I ride, I like to feel the wind in my hair.

It’s like I’m flyin’ and I’m free.

But a man with a grudge told me a helmet I ought to wear.

Tried to legislate to me.

Gave me a good talkin’ to. He tried to tell me what I should and shouldn’t do.

I sat and listened to what he had to say.

He knew he was right in his hard kind of way,

but it didn’t seem to change my views.

I have to do what I do because I want to do it.

Sometimes people don’t understand.

But if I’m not ready to dance the dance

there’s no way I’ll get through it,

and I have to free the bird in my hand.

A friend of mine was tellin’ me I had it made

I should look again at my life.

He said if it were only possible, he’d gladly trade

and take that little lady as his wife.

Gave me a good talkin’ to. I had to agree. What else could I do?

I sat and listened to what he had to say.

I knew he was right in a sad kind of way,

but it didn’t seem to change my views.