Gilbert Connolly
Hey Gilbert Connolly, where are you headed now
You’ve been walking these streets for thirty years
You know every brick in town
Sleep underneath the exit ramp, ear at the Light of Life
The hopes and dreams that you once knew
Just memories in your mind
It’s one more night
Followed by one more day
One more breath, your life slips away
Somebody said your only son, he died three weeks ago
Worked in a high rise building, had two sons of his own
Picture stained with tears of joy, tears of loneliness
Of that little boy, big blue eyes, and a sweet young loving wife
It’s one more night
Followed by one more day
One more breath, your life slips away
Loneliness is like a brother
Solitude is peace at hand
Now you’re hanging by a thread in the best of times
Hanging by a thread in the best of times
Hey Gilbert Connolly, what are you thinking now
Is it a hero’s wish or your mother’s voice
Just shadows on the ground
They couldn’t hold your hand in the
Or mend your broken mind
It’s just one more night
Followed by one more day
One breath, your life slips away