#49 JUST A TASTE
#49 JUST A TASTE
(Americana)
The cop said...
Wade, you need to let me help you here.
You good? Want a Fresca or a Slim Jim?
You have to let those people go Wade.
Before the stuff that nobody wants begins.
I said...
Sure, whatever. You're just my friend, right?
You get me a Moon-Pie, can I keep the gun?
There's what, like, thirty of you out there?
You're saying you'll just undo what I've done?
What can you say about a man called Wade?
Chasing the needle, angry, life's a waste.
Caught on the nod then fired was the spark,
Now what's he doing? He chose the place.
A small little hold-up, just a taste.
The cop said...
Let's both be clear about what we want,
For me, everyone walking out safe and sound.
But what for you? Tell me and I promise
We work together, answers can be found.
I said...
It's my move now in this stupid dance?
Chopper to a plane to somewhere you can guess.
And I... Wait. You think I'm ready for this?
Wanted to buy some time, not start this mess.
What do folks say about that man called Wade?
Those who know his family said "He never fit."
Those who love him wish he'd skipped that party.
Not seen his friend snorting powder, stupid smile on his face,
Who laughed then asked him "Want to try? Just a taste?"
I look at the people, their eyes bright and wide.
They really think phone guy can help me decide?
The man in suit mutters, the girl in jeans sighs,
Hoping there's a plan puts them back in their lives
That old woman, who's wondering where she's been?
I really need a taste. But the phone rings again.
The cop said...
Wade, I won't lie to you. I hoped
We'd not get to where the bad stuff begins.
But our choices are now down to two,
You're coming out, or we're coming in.
I said...
Two choices are more than I'm used to,
'Cause there's not much in my life left to ruin.
I'll come out. You smash in here, people get hurt.
But once I'm out, not sure what I'm doing.
What do I say about that fool called me?
Changes nothing if all my mistakes I trace.
Most seemed like good ideas at the time.
Had a dream, half a plan, both now misplaced.
My life ever what I wanted? Just a taste.
Gun or hands up, not sure, but not this any more,
Move the barricade, unlock and open the door.
See all the men who'll still have dinner if I die.
Look up, see a small bird on the wire -- How high can he fly?