Regrooved

I’m remastering my life
gonna get regrooved
been changin’ my address
but I don’t feel moved.

Driving to work with Hattie
in a slushy March snow
she’s weaving around ghost potholes
she’s goin’ real slow
I tell her, “They patched ‘em last week,”
But she answers, “It’s part of the game,
“All the time stuff’s changing,
it’s still just the same.”

I’m remastering my life
gonna get regrooved
been changin’ my address
but I don’t feel moved

The guy on the street
he hasn’t bathed in days
he trades wisdom for coffee
and tells me with his eyes ablaze
“Sometimes we’re like amputees
we can’t change our song’s refrain
there’s nothing left below our knees,
but we still feel the pain.”

I’m remastering my life
gonna get regrooved
been changin’ my address
but I don’t feel moved

She’s out there somewhere
the one I’m meant to be
she’s heading toward the one true light
or maybe waiting for me to be me
I’m stuck here in nowhere
wondering where to start
I’ve got guts, I’ve got brains
but I can’t find my heart.

I’m remastering my life
gonna get regrooved
been changin’ my address
but I don’t feel moved
Virginia Gilbert 2003

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