Ivy

Standing by an unlit lamp, a tree, a bridge, shaking, await my fellow tramps, listen to some muted song, who would ever negate, a need to belong, better take a chance, we can plays this game, maybe visit south of France, hope we're not wrong, looking at the rain, stream against a wooden bar, ask how much this path, will shuffle our remains, without many wounds to lance, someone will come along, maybe even praying, put something in our pocket, cigarettes and laughs, beer sipped like champagne, try to make life dance, praise each coming day.