Dont take it serious....

[William Garza]

I'll be leavin at dawn...
Dont look for me,
I'll be gone.

When the streets are empty and the lights shining down dont make a sound..Tell no tales of a life not owned and the dead are walking round..the after life is over and friends arent around.
So save all your goodbyes for the nite before
The lights will shine down for the empty world alone.
The past, an afterthought..when the past is not forgotten..they're just memories left behind...

You wont find me there beside you
You wont hear my footsteps in the hall
You wont find me here bouncing..in between the walls
You wont hear the Angels Call....
I'll be leaving here this morning..before the Rooster calls.

Someday they will find me
No one paid any mind
All the reaping for all ive sown
The devils due aint free...

Nobody say goodby
Stop trying to pretend
There will be no one for the lights to shine...

Coz yall were snoring all nite long
And the shoes they smell like hell
Someone farted and the window wouldnt open
And from where you couldnt tell
They had eaten brocolli,cheeze and hell

So ill be leaving in the morning
While the pelegrinos snore
Ime racing to the next town
I hope they will ignore.

A country song for pilgrims on a Spanish Trail in Europe...

 

[Maxy]

Made me smile - thank you!

 

[John Crawford Howell]

Songs speak to universal truths. Love it.

 

[RRat]

I'll be leavin at dawn...
Dont look for me,
I'll be gone.

When the streets are empty and the lights shining down dont make a sound..Tell no tales of a life not owned and the dead are walking round..the after life is over and friends arent around.
So save all your goodbyes for the nite before
The lights will shine down for the empty world alone.
The past, an afterthought..when the past is not forgotten..they're just memories left behind...

You wont find me there beside you
You wont hear my footsteps in the hall
You wont find me here bouncing..in between the walls
You wont hear the Angels Call....
I'll be leaving here this morning..before the Rooster calls.

Someday they will find me
No one paid any mind
All the reaping for all ive sown
The devils due aint free...

Nobody say goodby
Stop trying to pretend
There will be no one for the lights to shine...

Coz yall were snoring all nite long
And the shoes they smell like hell
Someone farted and the window wouldnt open
And from where you couldnt tell
They had eaten brocolli,cheeze and hell

So ill be leaving in the morning
While the pelegrinos snore
Ime racing to the next town
I hope they will ignore.

A country song for pilgrims on a Spanish Trail in Europe...

Please don't let the door slam on your way out.

 

[William Garza]

Are you being sarchastic?

 

[William Garza]

Please don't let the door slam on your way out.

Is this sarchasm?

Please don't let the door slam on your way out.

 

[catheriam]

Perhaps W Garza inferred that like rustling plastic bags and the clueless using headlamps and pilgrims packing up then unpacking then repacking their backpacks with the lights on at 5:00 am, the door slam is a teeth-gritting, pillow-stifling groan from the rest of us.

 

[William Garza]

Ohh Lort..that would be a bad thing,i stand corrected

 

[RRat]

Ohh Lort..that would be a bad thing,i stand corrected

I remember one alburge especially. Every person that left early slammed the door on the way out. How inconsiderate! When it was time for me to leave, I very carefully closed the door. As I stepped away and took my hand off the handle the door slammed! I felt bad for being so judgemental.