Sketches of a 20-something life

Glory pieces shining on a page

Boxing nights of disappointing rage

Legends never leave an ounce of flesh

Colour fades a memory like death

I mistook with all the strength I had

Words laid down in mornings turning sad

Left a window seat for who may pass

I long to see a skirt or cotton blouse

Inside of a woman's changing room

Got invited back, gave opinion too

Coloured queen a winters night in a bath

Can you feel this prose tease out a laugh

All I have's this journal that I write

Sketches of a 20-something life



Never got to see the mighty sands

Settled for a back-row in the stand

Many New Years Eves' I spent alone

Shaking with the fear while crawling home

Digging even deeper down for oil

To fuel the fire roaring in my soul

Of course I wanted credit where its due

I feel so very blessed to play with you

We get over everything it seems

Wide awake while all around is dream

Dig your Autumn taste and marriage needs

For half a piece of mind, I mined your peace

Using every face I run into

Take a seat and tell me something new

All I have's these journals that I write

Sketches of a 20-something life



Maybe when I travel left of town

I could play the 20-something down

Pretend I've won the lottery and sing

Get into the mansion house and...

Bring, a bottle opened slowly at the door

Added to the missing lions roar

Didn't we go looking for the place

Where all my inspirations wrote their face

Telephone kept buzzing on the plane

Filming what could never be again

All I have's these journals that I write

Sketches of a 20-something life