All i have's this journal that i write  sketches of a 20-something life  glory pieces shining on a page  boxing night of disappointing rage  legends never leave an ounce of flesh  colour fades a memory like death  i mistook with all the sense i had  words laid down in mornings' turning sad  left a window seat for who may pass  long to see a skirt or cotton blouse  inside of a womans' changing room  got invited back, gave opinion too  coloured queen a winters' night in a bath  can you feel this prose tease out a laugh  all i have's this journal that i write  sketches of a 20-something life    never got to see the mighty sands  settled for a back-row in the stands  many New Years Eves' i spent alone  shaking with the fear while crawling home  digging even deeper down for oil  to fuel the fires roaring in my soul  of course i wanted credit where its' due  i feel so very blessed to play with you  we get over everything it seeems  wide awake while all around is dream  dig your Autumn taste and marriage needs  for half a piece of mind, i mined your peace  using every face i run into  take a seat and tell me something new  all i have's this journal that i write  sketches of a 20-something life    maybe when we travel left of town  i could play the 20-something down  pretend i've won the lottery and sing  get into the mansion house and  bring, a bottle opened slowly at the door  added to the missing linos roar  didn't we go looking for the place  where all my inspirations wrote their face  telephone kept buzzing on the plane  filming what could never be again  all i have's this journal that i write  sketches of a 20-something life