Regret

On the day after the stormy night
the sky and the clouds astonished
a lusty wind like a boisterous friend
had me thinking about a wish

The radio joined the conspiracy
Spencer Davis, the Boss, and Lionel
brought back a time when I was free
to tell the Man to go to hell

But I’m trying to be a grown-up
though I don’t like to admit it
So I did what I was supposed to do
though I often times regret it

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