STAIRWAY OF MY MIND
©2017 music and words by John R. Black, ℗42nd Street Music Seattle
Empty dumpsters full of sound
Screeches in the night
Vacant streets call out loud
For those we left behind
Abandoned homes rise at dawn
No-one to awaken
Foundations we relied upon
Now have all been shaken
Oh Yeah, Oh Yeah, Oh Yeah
(Chorus:)
Oh, the stairway of my mind
How many steps do I have to take
Oh, the stairway of my mind
Got these troubles I can’t shake
Is there a secret stairway you know?
I want out of this hell hole
I want out of this hell hole
Empty rooms in houses
Empty desks and drawers
MemOries scattered in the wind
As if their off to war
Sour love soaked in brine
Like words without a song
No children left to shine a light
On what has gone wrong
Oh Yeah, Oh Yeah, Oh Yeah
(Chorus)
Call a number, get some help
Analyze this plight
For God sakes can’t you see
Nothing is alright
Call the police, state your fear
Your neighbor packs a gun
Whose got the answer here
I hope there’s some
Oh Yeah, Oh Yeah
I hope there’s some
Politicians don’t give a damn
They say nothing’s wrong
They say buck up do your job
Before your job is gone
No use callin’ Dr. King
They say he’s dead
No use callin’ JFK
They shot him in the head
Oh Yeah, Oh Yeah, Oh Yeah
I hope there’s some
(Chorus)
You got to show me the secret stairway you know (3X)