Sometimes,
when I'm feeling low,
I find a quiet place
and get my headphones.
Tom Waits —
"Hold On."
It's that first chord —
a warm D chord —
just opens up the world.
It's like an old friend.
And the words —
the lyrics —
make you smile,
make you laugh,
make you feel,
make you think.
A warm embrace.
I can see her —
the old motel, paint worn and peeling,
breath visible,
wrapping herself in her arms
in the freezing cold,
by the old shop.
"Hold on..."
(c) Paul Andrew Sneddon
Paul Andrew Sneddon 