L.A. River Lady - Brazzaville

Saturday night he was gone

That’s what she said to her mom

Honey, he’s trouble, he’s a bum

Try to forget him, move on

It’s strange how the years come and go

When did I turn 34

When did my habits take control

And drain all the light from my soul

But mom, when the pain is gone

And you can’t go on

And the lonely days seem like decades

It’s only hard drugs fulfilling me

I’m lost on a summer’s day

Half a world away

From the little girl that you cherished

My faded black jeans

My sunburnt face