Lyrics

DON QUIXOTE

I’m a welter weight refusing to go down
Aversions left hook trying to knock me out
mind’s a pummeled , tunneled
marsh-mellow with no clues

Dave’s a nomad, oh Hell Yes
Well, maybe, I don’t know, but perhaps
Hot and brooding rascal
never ever willing to be found

If you feel that close in cloy give me a shout
How bout that high bye loud as you run out?
can you see across the vast?
muddy puddle pocketful of doubt

chorus
D B7 Em7 C7
Aftershock of Happiness
Groundless ground of Don Quixote

Maybe after the earth quakes
He’ll pick up your pieces
Maybe his smile is for you

Got to love that crazy
Reveling pilgrim
Groundless ground of Don Quixote

V2
Don’t wanna be another corporate ass
with a smoked filled mouth of cinderblock and ash
Never truly hated, but barely tolerated
SuperMan

I like a mustard, hot sauce coleslaw sandwich
Writing poems in pajamas about life’s twisted origami
and maybe next life while I’m curled up in her belly
I’ll choose to be a beach bum guru rockabilly

or perhaps I’ll be a Martian MacGyver
or Vulnerable Lama, staring at the Kama
dashed across the rocks
Insignificant as God