Catalina's Milky Way Dreams(c) Re- Written 2024 - By The Depressed Poet, Doc Dalton
Shooting Stars and fast moving CarsRumble through the roads of my mindTick-e-ty Tock, the old sounds of the clockSay's it's almost a quarter past nine
The moons surely rising, the stars are a glidingAnd Mr. Sandman is ready to roamHurry off to bed and put your pillow under your headHe might just be visiting you tonight at homeDrifting off to sleep is such a wonderful featAdventures you'll enjoy on your ownMaking new friends on a journey to no endA secrete life that is yours all aloneDon't be afraid of those gobble lee goo'sOr those pirates drifting to sea on their boatsThere's no need to worry there just in your dreamsLike rainbow clouds and cotton candy floatsOh that sky's full of colors of make believe wondersExciting every step of the wayCan't you let me stay for just a little bit longerPlease, don't take my Dreams a wayTo see this through a child's eyesOn the path to where stars brightly beamThrough a different world of twist and twirlsWon't you come to my Milky Way DreamsWe could have so much funUnder an ice cream sun and laugh our time awaySing some M & M songs the whole day longUntil we awake to brand new day
Pluto say's hey kiddo don't get out of bedAs Snakel Puss laughs and says, ah it's OKKKKKKKKPopeye yell's, were gone in a minute after I eat me spinachPoo say's all aboard my Banana Split SleighOh that Sky's full of colors of make believe wondersExciting every step of the wayCan't you let me stay for just a little bit longerWorry not Catalina, we won't take your Dreams a way
To see this through a child's eyesOn the path to where stars brightly beamThrough a different world of twist and twirlsWon't you come to my Milky Way Dreams
Catalina say's, please come join me, on my Milky Way Dreams

With their glasses of whiskey raised high toward the nighttime sky,
They fill the air with laughter, the stars their only reply.
Proudly telling their stories of yesterdays gone by,
With tears in their battered eyes, they can't help but sigh.

Memories of long-lost love, and friends who've drifted away,
As they reminisce the heartaches of those reckless days.
Though those stories may have faded, lost in clicks of time,
Don't mistake them for the past, for now they are in their prime.

So raise your glass, let the whiskey flow,
For the old dogs of the Whiskey Pie Trails.
With hearts as wild as the midnight wind,
In the tales of life where love prevails.

These men are legends, drawn from scars and ale,
They're the old dogs of the Whiskey Pie Trails.

With hellish journeys carved deep, they carry memories of pain,
Through storms that raged within and the sunshine's gentle rain.
Holding on to hope as they sit beneath the stars,
With every empty bottle, they're counting up their scars.

No one ever said that life would be simple or fair,
But through every twisted mile, they've made it, and they dare.
To find joy in the struggle, light in the darkest nights,
With faith in tomorrow, they embrace all of life's fights.

So raise your glass, let the whiskey flow,
For the old dogs of the Whiskey Pie Trails.
With hearts as wild as the midnight wind,
In the tales of life where love prevails.

These men are legends, drawn from scars and ale,
They're the old dogs of the Whiskey Pie Trails.

They sit beneath the stars, singing songs of old,
Each note a whisper of tales yet to be retold.
As shadows dance around them, laughter fills the night,
These old dogs know their worth, they've fought the hardest fights.

So pour another round, let the memories throng,
For in the heart of every tale, they find where they belong.

With their glasses of whiskey raised high toward the nighttime sky,
Proudly telling their stories with a gleam in their eye.
Though the years may be fleeting, their spirits never pale,
For the old dogs of the Whiskey Pie Trails will always prevail