My Views

by Stephen M. Golden

Copyright © 24 June 1990

 

 

I was listniní to my stereo the other day

ĎníDon was telliní 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 talkiní 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 didnít seem to change my views.

 

 

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

Itís like Iím flyiní and Iím free.

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

Tried to legislate to me.

 

Gave me a good talkiní to.He tried to tell me what I should and shouldnít do.

I sat and listened to what he had to say.

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

but it didnít seem to change my views.

 

 

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

Sometimes people donít understand.

But if Iím not ready to dance the dance

thereís no way Iíll get through it,

and I have to free the bird in my hand.

 

 

A friend of mine was telliní me I had it made

I should look again at my life.

He said if it were only possible, heíd gladly trade

and take that little lady as his wife.

 

Gave me a good talkiní 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 didnít seem to change my views.