My Old Battered Suitcase

Photo borrowed, without so much as a 'by your leave', from Sam Houston's blog http://bookchase.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html It's about books, not travel and I couldn't fail to not recommend it less. I'm hoping I just recommended it, for I do

Just follow this link to the fun. is a link I found on that blog

Last night I hit town
Not a gentle sight
Just then I saw you, in the fading light
And now it seems I've always been here holding you
And I wonder if this is the real one?
I wonder if this is the big time ?
I wonder if I can break with the past ?
And this time
Can I make it last ?

No time in one place
To watch it decline
No time with one face to watch it grow lines
And now I think I'll stick around to watch them grow old
And I wonder if this is the real one ?
I wonder if this is the big time ?
I wonder if I can break with the past ?
And this time
Can I make it last ?

Middle Eight

The same old dilemma
Should I go, should I stay ?
I don't know just what it is
That keeps driving me away
Perhaps I am searching
For what I don't know
Is this panic now ending ?
Or just running slow ?

This town, why this town ?
Why don't I pass through ?
But this town is different, the difference is you
Will my old battered suitcase take five or take root ?
And I wonder if this is the real one ?
I wonder if this is the big time ?
I wonder if I can break with the past ?
And this time
Can I make it last ?

Jon Bratton copyright 1976

You have the tunes, I supply you with the words. Only when the completed song is published and earns royalties, or any other monetary return, will appropriate royalties, per the industry standard, become payable to me, the copyright owner Jon Bratton