"THAT FOOL IS ME"

That Fool is Me

© Ron Burres July 10, 1981 Wilsonville, OR

As I sit here alone on this barstool

And stare across at the mirror

I see the old face of a fool I once knew

Who now hangs his head in despair

(chorus) I wonder just what had to happen

                To  take the fire from his eyes

Was it the loneliness of all those years

Or just his tears when he cries

I see him through eyes blurred from drinkin’

And to many hours without sleep

I see the old face of a fool I once knew

Who seems to burnt to even care

(Who now seems to burnt to care)

His hair is all gray and matted

From sleepin’ outside in the streets

His coat is all torn and tattered

Lord, it looks like the one

Wrapped round me

(spoken) I watch him think back thru his years, His face it looks befuddled, as he tries to place where he’s at.

 I see the face of an old fool I once knew. I just can’t remember from where.