What is, is always

I tend to smile a lot,when I think of Tony,
We used to keep each other sane.
Somtimes just as mean as sin,sometimes lost and lonely,
Shining like a black sun in the rain.

Chorus. Hoboken in the rain,Chloride in the sun.
We'd sit and shoot the breeze,till the day was done.
It just won't be the same,goodbye silver hair.
Mohave take him home,I wish that I was there.

Like a maniac at times,fighting with the colours,
Dancing with a paintbrush in his mouth.
In the middle of the night restless as a demon,
Searching for the truth despite his health.

Chorus.

Onondaga Cherokee,of Irish dancing mother,
Cowboy of the sea and desert wind.
Out of time flamenco mind,voyeur of the spirit,
Standing on the outside looking in.

Chorus.

He would stand rod in hand,fishing for an answer,
Fishing helped to keep the dark away.
Casino lights and Vegas nights,kept his mind distracted,
Helped to keep his shadow land at bay.

Chorus.

We would often sit in silence,staring into nothing,
No need to speak,no words to say.
Then he'd just look at me and raise his eyebrows lightly,
Saying "What the hell we going to do today".

Chorus.

Words and music David F Betts, May 1999. Click on the link and you can hear other songs by Dave as well. Picture of Tony in his forties.