Thinking of the old days,
Before my life was through.
Thinking of the younger moments,
And I thought of you.
What is life and time that I
Should be there and here too?
Why don’t I have a natural right
To choose between the two?
Haven’t written in a while I was awash in self-pity a few nights ago, daydreaming about my high school years and remembering my life-long friend Chas August. So here is a short ballad dedicated to him as he lives his idyllic life in of all places, California…