Red River: Music
April Days
The radio streams
And punctuates this white void
I twirl a pencil in the air
Fluorescent thoughts
I swear will drive you crazy
I think I’m already there
April Days never used to be
As long as they seem now
When heels weren’t the standard
Classic way to be seen now
Be careful what you wish for
The truth ain’t the same as the dream
The sun teases me
From outside this sterile window
It only deepens my despair
As Lightfoot sings
He offers his dire warning
And tells me that I’d better take care
April Days never used to be
As long as they seem now
When heels weren’t the standard
Classic way to be seen now
Be careful what you wish for
The truth ain’t the same as the dream
April Days
I miss those innocent days
When I didn’t know then
What I know now
Life seems to go on and on
And on
© Michelle Anderson 2007