Treasure Island

Greg Davidson

(1954 / Sydney, Australia)

Conversation Blues


My life is a conversation
But they say there's nothin' to talk about
Tomorrow's so uncertain
And today's just full of doubt

My life is a conversation
But no one will talk to me
My friends have all gone
But no one's my enemy

My life is a conversation
I still got something to say
Can't wait ‘til tomorrow
I've gotta say it today

My life is a conversation
I got something to talk about
I don't want to whisper
I want to stand in the road and shout

Submitted: Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Edited: Thursday, June 14, 2012

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Perhaps it can be put to music. If a blues format, perhaps repeating the first to lines as 1-2-1-2-3-4

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