Haze  audio	City Life
Poetry by me Some of you will identify with the  illness in the song 'Haze' 'City Life' song reflects the reality of a girl living alone. About Mine Yours Teens Articles griffs applause challenge Chat Books Postcards Rings Awards Guestbook Links	He is wasting away   in his haze of unhappy fantasy   Passing the hours   Not knowing that they're gone.   He keeps yearning for a past   He wishes could have been   Forgetting all the love he's had   Remembering only sin. He used to be an okay guy   With lots of caring friends   His brains and brawn   Were drawing cards   His wit seemed not to end   But slowly he's been losing it   And all who know him see   The person they once knew before Has long since ceased to be.   He stays inside   He rarely leaves   Not answering door or phone   He drinks, he smokes   He thinks too much   It's sad he's so alone   Some see him as mean   I see him hurt   Tumbling faster down life's hill   Nothing helps   It will not change   And yet, we worry still   And he is   Wasting away   in his haze of unhappy fantasy   Passing the hours   Not knowing that they're gone   He keeps yearning for a past   He wishes could have been   Ignoring all the love he's got   Remembering only sin.	I'm just a warm hearted country girl   In a cold hearted city life.   Up at six, get to work by eight,   Back on the road at five.   Shower, change, later a date,   Lucky to still be alive.   I'm just a warm hearted country girl   In a cold hearted city life.   Always lock the door,   have money for a cab,   Keep an eye out all around.   Home again when   the phone rings late.   It's probably the whispering clown. Who could it be,   there hasn't been a clue   The same thing every time.   Some lonely sap   trying to get some kicks   A married guy without a dime.   I'm just a warm hearted country girl   In a cold hearted city life.   3 AM the door bell rings   I wonder who it is.   "Your friendly neighbourhood   garbage man,"   Is who he says he is. I hope the locks hold on the door   If this guy's a beast.   Not another with the dream   To get between my sheets. I'm just a warm hearted country girl   In a cold hearted city life.   The rumour mill, no matter what,   They say what they think thrills.   The truth is of no consequence   Damn! It gives me chills. I'm just a warm hearted country girl   In a cold hearted city life. Please Sign my guestbook. for more of my Poems . . .