'Tween the Ditches
By: Wayne Brown
Where’s the end of the rope?
I need to tie myself a knot
Looks like I’ll just have to cope
Just tryin’ to keep what I got
Is my back against the wall?
Or is there some wiggle room?
Can I avoid a death-defying fall?
Or must I concede the doom?
Where is the end of the line?
That’s where you hit the wall
I’m afraid we’re in a bit of bind
I hope I can survive the fall
Is that jig of a dance really up at last?
Or will the music continue to play?
Will the future look just like the past?
Who is the one who can say?
When will the fat lady begin to sing,
Signaling the end of the show?
Is everything over for one last fling
Who among us can really know?
Is the end really within our sight?
Are we near to finishing the race?
Do we still have a dog in the fight?
Or we all just takin’ up space?
Is it time to fish or just cut bait?
Have we ran slam out of luck?
Do we suffer at the hand of fate
Or can one last deal be struck?
Ain’t this one fine kettle of fish?
Smelling a bit rotten to me
Looks like we won’t get our wish
Seems they’ve run us right up a tree
Yes, this is a fine old howdy-doo
A regular cheap pair of bad shoes
That’s left us with nothing that’s new
Except these ol’ government blues
Is this some kind of slippery slope
That’s leads to a quick trip to the ground?
Are we just fools who found enough rope
To keep us hanging ‘round town?
Looks like one monkey can stop the show
If he pulls on all of the right switches
Looks like the good times will be no mo’
Nothing left but to keep it ‘tween the ditches
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