Another drifter like me

I’m just gonna play a little acoustic thing,

Tell a few stories as I strum and sing,

While you stand around and talk

And have a few beers,

About a long time ago when I started out

Busking in front of the Sydney Opera House,

When an old man comes by and stops

Right in front of me,

Well he stands there and listens to me play

For a while, nods his head, gives me a smile,

When I stop for a break he comes over

And starts talking to me.

“Son, I love your sound and the way you’re playing,

I’m really digging the things you’re saying,

I don’t think I’ve seen you coming ’round here before.”

He asked me where I’d been, where I was going,

When he slapped his leg said “I knew you were

A drifter like me”.

Well, you know my friends that got me thinking,

About the money in my pocket, how my fortunes were sinking,

Maybe it was time I went out and found myself a proper job.

So I packed away my old guitar, laid it gently

In the back of the car, drove away as the sun

Sank behind the Harbour Bridge.

Now twenty five long years have gone by

And each day I go to work in a suit and a tie,

Sit and listen to the buskers while eating my lunch,

Some days I’ll come across a young guy playing sweet,

Maybe I’ll listen from across the street,

Then walk over for a chat, find out where he comes from.

I’ll say “I really dig that tune you’re playing,

And I can tell by the words of your songs your saying

That I’ve finally found another drifter like me”.

Maybe he’ll keep playing on his old guitar,

Lift his voice right up to the stars,

And sing another song

For all the drifters like me.

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[Astro]

The cycle of life is infinite. Lives, living in the past, hanging in the present or reaching for the stars they always come face to face. Seeing our own reflection, mirrored in the journey of others, brings us down to earth and gives us a look at the human soul.