songs are lifelines

an ask the audience on who wants to be a millionaire

a reserve tank on a buick 6

an extra 9 volt in a guitar case

i could live the rest of my days walking through songs

stopping at a park bench for a quick breather before changing pace and wrestling through the chorus

resting for dinner at the chuck wagon cafe

i could ride faster on a song than on a sea biscuit promenade

mixing up the wet foundation with a stir of reckless abandon

if you ever find my source you’ll know i am just pulling at thread until the whole dress unravels

looking for a towel and a place to sleep

quick! to the telephone, i am on my final question and i need a friend

any song will do