Timmy

Timmy sits out on the boardwalk

writing in his book of poems

a young girl walks up behind him

looking slightly tired and wornShe reminds him of another

that he used to call his wife

she tries hard to be his lover

so he'll write about her lifeSo he reads his book of stories

someone is listening tonight

written in the blood and glories

of the battles that he fightsTimmy's standing at the alter

with his girlfriend by his side

bullets wait for him in the desert

as he takes her for his bride

So he went into the army

with a gun he could not shoot

with her picture and his papers

safely tucked inside his bootTimmy sits inside a barroom

buying someone else a scotch

half asleep she sits there listening

staring blankly at his crotch