Chasing Shadows

Verse 1 In the weary glow of a streetlamp's light, Where the shadows whisper of the night, I've roamed these roads, a lonesome stray, Gathering pieces of yesterday. Chorus Oh, but the times, they are a-changin' fast, And the first truths found are seldom last. I'm just a poet, a rebel's song, Chasing the right in a world that's wrong. Verse 2 With a harmonica's soulful moan, Underneath the stars that I call home, I sing of love that's lost its way, In the tangled webs that people lay. Chorus Oh, but the times, they are a-changin' fast, And the first truths found are seldom last. I'm just a poet, a rebel's song, Chasing the right in a world that's wrong. Bridge Through the dust of worn-out pages, I've seen the ages come and go, The wisdom of sages, lost in the throes, But still the river of time freely flows. Verse 3 Now I stand before the fading light, Questioning wrong, questioning right. But in my heart, a steadfast dream, To find the place where I can redeem. Chorus Oh, but the times, they are a-changin' fast, And the first truths found are seldom last. I'm just a poet, a rebel's song, Chasing the right in a world that's wrong. Outro So here's to the drifters and the dreamers bold, Carrying stories that are yet untold. M Verse 1 In the weary glow of a streetlamp's light, Where the shadows whisper of the night, I've roamed these roads, a lonesome stray, Gathering pieces of yesterday. Chorus Oh, but the times, they are a-changin' fast, And the first truths found are seldom last. I'm just a poet, a rebel's song, Chasing the right in a world that's wrong. Verse 2 With a harmonica's soulful moan, Underneath the stars that I call home, I sing of love that's lost its way, In the tangled webs that people lay. Chorus Oh, but the times, they are a-changin' fast, And the first truths found are seldom last. I'm just a poet, a rebel's song, Chasing the right in a world that's wrong. Bridge Through the dust of worn-out pages, I've seen the ages come and go, The wisdom of sages, lost in the throes, But still the river of time freely flows. Verse 3 Now I stand before the fading light, Questioning wrong, questioning right. But in my heart, a steadfast dream, To find the place where I can redeem. Chorus Oh, but the times, they are a-changin' fast, And the first truths found are seldom last. I'm just a poet, a rebel's song, Chasing the right in a world that's wrong. Outro So here's to the drifters and the dreamers bold, Carrying stories that are yet untold. M [end]