Zadie

A worn-out empty feeling, hot kitchens bad aches, something's leaking, he brings me the news, with his doctor’s face, seems he knows the truth, but I long for the sea, nothing makes me fazed, more than a bad dream, looking for something new, I will fky away, unshackle those Delta Blues, show it on the street, how I'll work and save, more to me than belief, won't be left in perdue, falling like the rain, dance down broken avenues, nothing sends me keening, I'll be born again, laughter fills my being, prancing sunny days.