WyzWmn's World©

A desert road from vegas to nowhere,
some place better than where you’ve been.
A coffee machine that needs some fixing
in a little café just around the bend.

I am calling you.
Can’t you hear me?
I am calling you.

A hot dry wind blows right through me.
The baby’s crying and I can’t sleep,
but we both know a change is coming,
coming closer sweet release.

I am calling you.
I know you hear me.
I am calling you.
Ohhhh.

I am calling you.
I know you hear me.
I am calling you.

A desert road from vegas to nowhere,
some place better than where you’ve been.
A coffee machine that needs some fixing
in a little café just around the bend.

A hot dry wind blows right through me.
The baby’s crying and I can’t sleep
and I can feel a change is coming,
coming closer sweet release.

I am calling you.
Can’t you hear me?
I am calling you.
Ohhhhhhhh
Uhhhhh…..

is over

I’ve had my say
for the most part
in venues I needed to

I don’t know if anything
was accomplished
I somehow doubt

anything has really changed
except me

but I said much of what I needed to
whether or not anyone agreed
probably doesn’t really matter anymore

there was a kind of heat surrounding
my need to address things
and it’s gone now

it’s been replaced
by a deep deep
sadness

a great feeling of loss
for what once was

for the first time in a
long long time
I don’t have
a feeling of anticipation
about anything

I just feel
dreary
slightly ill
and
sad.