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Johnsons of Suburbia

Contributed by CodyJ on Tuesday, 14th June 2005 @ 05:15:11 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

When the sun goes down,
all he is, is a man.
He eats, he breathes,
he does what he can
to satisfy his needs and lusts,
who he loves and who he trusts
are swept away like memory dusts.
Times of high school when fun was plenty,
times of college when conquests were many.
As dusk peaks on a suburban daydream,
the light speaks as it floats of a red beam,
it tells of a means and escape from his boredom,
a last way out from this routine reason.
And then the day is done,
with the setting sun,
he's nothing more to understand.
For all that was built today,
all he is, is a man.

When the moon goes down,
all she is, is a woman.
Not thought of at home,
he thinks she's cooking.
She sits at the window, looking
for her needs in the grass that grows,
there's more words in the silence
than she'll ever know.
She's screaming aloud,
take me away, if you can, some how,
I'd it over if you could endow
me with the gift to start it again,
with another one.
When the moon goes down,
and the day is looming.
she drinks some Irish coffee,
to escape this Neverland.
Because no matter what she does,
to get away from this ruin,
she can't avoid the fact,
all she is, is a woman.

Copyright © CodyJ ... [ 2005-06-14 17:15:11]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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