Tell Bruce

She said she came from Maryland
Then moved to Nashville in Tennessee
And I'm wondering why those places
Seem so romantic to you and me
I bet they long for love like us
I bet sometimes it even rains
I bet they work fingers to the bone
And feel the lingering graveside pain
I wonder if they think their lives are dull
If they long for an accent just like mine
I'm sure they think our grass is greener
And long for places of a quainter kind
So let me sing of the River Maine
And my Granny's thatched cottage home
Of the Meeting House on Casement Street
Where I learned us humans weren't alone
Let me write of my Irish roots
Tell Bruce about The Frocess on the Coleraine line
I'm sure all the lives they sing about
Are no better or more blessed than mine.

I want to live my life on a soap box
To stand naked apart from my clothes
To expose the sinner intent on sainthood
Ambitions and confessions so everyone knows
That this is me and who I am
Where I'm from in geography and genes
And where I am is more than good enough
To eb the stage for all these dreams
So let me write of my Irish roots
Tell Bruce about The Frocess on the Coleraine line
I'm sure all the lives they sing about
Are no better or more blessed than mine.

Belfast City - [ May 10,2001 ]

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