Perfect Timing

Here I am again perfect timing

The strings are ringing

And the words are rhyming

I used to hate the fool in me

But only in the morning

Now I tolerate him all day long

Out on the highway I hear the moaning

That low and lonesome whisper you only know from longing

Through those naked trees at the windows glowing orange

Taking over that cold shoulder racing by

I might have known before

If I'd got this old before

I thought I got too cool to give a damn

Who you see in dreams at night seems

To spend their after life's

Trying hard to live the last one down

Here I am again perfect timing

The strings are ringing and the words are rhyming

I used to hate the fool in me

But only in the morning

Now I tolerate him all day long