September 28: Verandah blues ...

I’m on my verandah, I’m having a beer

The music is playing, the wife she’s not here

I’m playing Paul Kelly, there’s nought on the ‘tele

I think I might have one more

The weather is cooling, the sky it is grey

It’s really quite pleasant, hope the rain stays away

I’ll just have that next one, the day is all gone

A barbeque sounds quite inviting

I’ve been thinking about it, it’s making me sad

I miss all the good times, that I once had

There’s really no winner, I’m such a beginner

I need to stop it invading my mind

Tomorrow is Sunday, should I get out for a walk

Should I find a Koala, engage in small talk

But once I’m outside I might go for a ride

I won’t know what to do until then

When I was twenty, I thought life was a laugh

Back then I knew nothing, not the wheat from the chaff

Life should be greater, nearly thirty years later

I’m sure it is in it’s way

How did Paul Kelly get inside my head

Was it something he’s singing, is it something he said

The clock on his silo can’t show eleven degrees

Nothing right now makes much sense