A Poetry Find

Deacon Brodies

Find a quiet corner; breathe; close your eyes,
Hide in the solitude of the crowd.
A blur of voices, a shroud of smoke,
And the world can slip away outside.
Relax; will the knot to ease inside your troubled head,
Trace the grain on the table; the ache in your soul,
Touch the dew on the glass, the cool condensation,
And the whiskey fire, sip it down slow.
You went running down that lonely road,
Chasing your destiny like an endless goal,
You went stumbling down that lonely road,
Chasing your dreams like some poor soul.
This is no kind of answer, no way out of the mess you've made,
It wont bring her back, it can't take away the shame.
It's just a suitable place for a broken man,
To watch the hours die away.
.
You went running down that lonely road,
Chasing your destiny like an endless goal,
You went stumbling down that lonely road,
Chasing your dreams like some poor soul.

– lyrics from Deacon Brodies by Grant Macaskill