Excuses By David Hubbard

Excuses                   ©David Hubbard

And now the time is drawing in

I’m at the blackboard drawing them -

my little dreamy sketches -

my hopes for some bright evening

Inside somewhere I know I

should be putting every breath to

better use – What could be better?

I’ve learned to make excuses

I’ve seen the writing on the soul

and burned a hundred bridges

I know I might have given in

a time or two, but now I’m pressed with

this great reality that stares

just like a looming teacher –

A young birch rod in hand and

watching me every step I go

I’ve learned to make excuses

You’ve learned to pack your things and go

You’ve learned that things get better

and in the distance, you see I’m

standing like a shadow

The West is calling louder

The rest is worth leaving behind

Try another flavor

I want to taste the river

I want to taste the ocean floor

I’ve got a good idea

I’ve got another notion:

I’m gonna change my standards

Someday, you’ll see me in the fall

I’ll walk the straight and narrow

You’ll learn to make excuses

We’ll live in harmony – that’s all

And in a hundred years our

impact will be so very small

Want to ride a hundred highways

I’m waking up to something

I want to love again, and

I’ve learned to make excuses

I want a brand new lover

I know that there’s no other

I’ve learned to count my blessings

I want to count another

I’ve learned to make excuses

I’ve learned to make excuses

I’ve learned to make excuses