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Sweet old fashioned notion

I've got to do something, about my life,

I don't belong, in this nine to five.

Gotta find someway, to chase down this dream.

Gotta find someway, to silence these screams.

And it's a sweet, old fashioned notion,

if a poet, than a poet be.

And it's a cruel, cruel situation,

'cause the laugh's on you....

but the joke's on me!

It's time to see, what kind of man I'm gonna be.

It's time to do, what I have to do.

And it's a sweet, old fashioned notion,

if a poet, than a poet be.

The joke's on me, and the smile's on you,

it's oh so sad, but oh so true.

The sun may rise, to find me wandering,

the night may fall, to embrace me again.

But the time is passing oh so quickly,

the clock of life, is speeding away.

And it's a sweet, old fashioned notion,

once a dreamer, a dreamer always be.

And it's a cruel, point of disposition,

the joke's on me, and the joke's on you.

©2008 David D. Vande Velde