riding the sunset

I've seen the sun rise,
seen enough to call me wise.

there was a day of the purple sun,
when the world was a chocolate,
and i couldn't just have enough,
of a smoke which was all fun.

i've walked a mile,
short enough to bring a smile.

somewhere down the road i lost it,
the world round,turned me around,
the sun burned my back,slapped my face,
long before i know i had been hit.


i felt the sun set,
by then i was feeling dead.

down went the sun,sky smelt orange,
and the dust beneath my face felt soft as baby bed,
i felt the Marlboro man,smoke in hand,
riding the sunset....