Render Me Something Good

As long as the ties that bind, I can ride it all the way. Looking for the work to find my baby. Looking through the glass times pouring itself away. Can’t get it, slower than the times we wrote. Songs about the moment in the form of clay. Later I’ll have it together. Once I had the time, never found the direction to play. Number by number I had them. Slipping away from me , taking my Time Machine away. Albany came into play. Moved south to find a game to play. Found one slipping away. Several days I could say, I can’t stop thing about the way she did those things. Dr. Getting out. Patient on the floor lying with no beat. Told you to stop there and now we all get rendered. Get it togethe. Year 2000 in the memories rocking like it’s 1999 and the kids have no idea. Age away. Aging out, losing my clout. Riding away on my mower. Playing clash in the old days was the only way. My Indian got traded. One day one story. Render me something good. Render it render me. Random is the way to age, getting it better than giving. Skidding out to the way, To tee, too toe da da day. Once it the only way. West ward we ride