John A. Walsh

Lyrics

In the beginning, I looked across
This vast expanse of land;
I foresaw my life on that blank canvas
Made of wind and sage and sand.

Vigorous & youthful, I painted
With the palette of Monet.
Leaving myriad impressions in my wake
All in colorful array.

With insatiable abandon
I worked my canvas for the perfect shades;
Constantly evaluating
All the progress that I’d made.

Somewhere along the way, my pigments
Intermingled to a blur;
Until the definition faded
From insipid to obscure.

Salt that’s lost its salty nature
Is nothing more than dirt;
Devoid of character and flavor
Unremarkably inert.

Over miles and time and weather
The fervor’s gone astray.
Between the prairies and the Badlands
Somewhere along the way.

I’m gonna reinvigorate the vibrance
Of the things that make me real;
Focus like DaVinci on the details
Of the stuff that I can really feel.

The canvas blank – no longer virginal –
Is now the backdrop to my scene;
Comprised of many swirling colors
Existential to my being.

Over miles and time and weather
The fervor’s gone astray.
Between the prairies and the Badlands
Somewhere along the way.

Between the prairies and the Badlands,
Out on the prairies or the Badlands
Between the prairie and the Badlands…
Somewhere along the way.

© 2019/2020 John A. Walsh
JAW Songs / ASCAP