Sunday, September 30, 2018

I'm eighteen

Lines form on my face and hands
Lines form from the ups and downs
I'm in the middle without any plans
I'm a boy and I'm a man
I'm eighteen
And I don't know what I want
Eighteen
I just don't know what I want
Eighteen
I gotta get away
I gotta get out of this place
I'll go runnin' in outer space
Oh yeah
I got a
Baby's brain and an old man's heart
Took eighteen years to get this far
Don't always know what I'm talkin' about
Feels like I'm livin' in the middle of doubt
'Cause I'm
Eighteen
I get confused every day
Eighteen
I just don't know what to say
Eighteen
I gotta get away

Ben is eighteen today. I can remember covering Alice Cooper's eighteen with Sean Burke, Tim Parry and David Dole when the prospect of being as old as eighteen was a distant and glamorous prospect. I think I am likely to spend a considerable portion of today looking at what I have written here on September 30th over the years, lost in reverie.

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