Stir-Crazy


Absence makes the heart grow fonder, ‘n’ I ain’t seen you for a while.
Cooped up here in quarantine, it’s crampin’ my free-range style.
Each ‘n’ ev’ry wakin’ minute I’m day-dreamin’ to pass the time.
Close my eyes at night real tight, can’t get you out ma mind,

Memories and fantasies are mixed up, grey an’ hazy.
Gotta try to save my mind, ‘cos I’m goin’

stir-crazy.

I need a plan, a get-away, to break my master’s chains.
50 types of insane thinkin’ ’bout bullets in my brain.
I was meaner than a junk-yard dog, didn’t mean to make you cry.
The few bad times we had together weighin’ heavy on ma mind.

Memories and fantasies are mixed up, grey an’ hazy.
Gotta try to save my life, ‘cos I’m goin’

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©13.4.2020 Andrew Robert Chapman

Each ‘n’ ev’ry wakin’ minute day-dreamin’ away to pass the time.
Cooped up here in quarantine, it’s crampin’ my old style.


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