Bob Davoli

Lyrics

Waxing Poetic

My passport's expired
And I'm feeling oh so tired
I don't seem to want to
Get around much anymore

I never dreamed that I
Would live a paint-by-number life
A housewife, a couple of kids
A mortgage and a Willie Loman job

And oh how I long for my today's
To become my yesterdays

Now the kids have all grown up
And my wife just said she's had enough of me
So I shuffle around this old house
Alone with my failures and shattered dreams

Making promises to myself not to drink
Until the sun goes down
But these days go by so slowly
And the night makes me wait so long for it to come

And oh how I long for my today's
To become my yesterdays

I don't know why
I gave up the paper and the pen
I should have known better
To follow the voices in my heart

But the canvases in my mind's eye
Never ever came to life
And my words stopped flowing
Many, many, many years ago

And oh how I long for my today's
To become my yesterdays

Now the sun is sinking low
And the whiskey makes me glow
So I wax poetic:
What are hearts for but to be broken
What are hearts for but to be broken