We’re missing him
A streak of bad luck and yeah too much booze.
He’s headed for Texas with nothing to lose.
His duffel bags are packed, a big sack of shoes
He listens to music as he’s feeling blue.
Three fifties in his wallet, a loan from his Dad.
A big step, a new trail, but he’s feeling sad.
Leaving old friends bad habits and stories he can’t tell.
He wants to leave it all behind, but he can’t leave himself.
Chorus- The ocean is calling. Waves rolling in.
Sun burned lips. Cool breeze on his skin.
Life is a party, again and again.
When he thinks about home, are we missing him?
He called home and said, “Funds are running low.
The weather is great. I hear you got snow.
Still looking for work ain’t found a job yet. .
Got a lead on a good one , I think it’s a sure bet. “