Joey couldn’t hear himself
thinking or speaking
Over the concert goers
or screaming guitars
So he walked outside & sat in his car
He loved the music but it was way too loud
& he was never one anyway to do well in crowds
By:J.N.R Dutton
Joey couldn’t hear himself
thinking or speaking
Over the concert goers
or screaming guitars
So he walked outside & sat in his car
He loved the music but it was way too loud
& he was never one anyway to do well in crowds
By:J.N.R Dutton
Talking, nervously,
Hoping everything comes out coherently
and that he won’t come off as a stuttering freak
He doesn’t know why his nerves make it hard to speak
By:J.N.R Dutton
1977, a plane was going down,
Headed like a wrecking ball
for the Mississippi ground
Several musicians in their prime
Doing everything they could to get out of it alive
I wasn’t even born yet,
but I’ve heard about it enough times
Things like that tend to haunt the mind,
I found it absolutely terrifying
It is one of the prime reasons for my own fear of flying
By:J.N.R Dutton
Amy felt like she was dancing
On a razor’s edge,
or on some high wire without a net
Felt like she’d lost a really bad bet
and that one misstep was all she’d get
Before she plummeted
By:J.N.R Dutton