By Kimberley Pearson
I am not going to wait for anyone
On shifting sands
For I have solid rock
In my hands
And bitter words
From the brightest stars
Affected all the blue guitars
They have danced slow dances
And some they’ve cried
Anguish in their chords
They’ve paid homage to the dead
Hummed a tune
Broken bread
And with a cheeky smile
She slides away
I’ll look for true North
Under the Southern Cross
I’ve got to do it my way
With dignity
I am not going to wait for anyone
On shifting sands
For I have solid rock
In my hands
And bitter words
From the brightest stars
Affected all the blue guitars
It’s a silver spoon
It’s Gold,
24 Karat Gold, its gold dust
And dust to dust
Dust to dust
It’s a silver spoon
It’s Gold, it’s rust, its gold dust