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
His hands were folded tightly in a moment of silent prayer,
It's been a long and hellish journey, wondering, does anyone care?
With tears in his eyes from such a long, painful day,
Looking for the Lord to tell him all will be okay.
Sadly now it has all come down to a simple prayer,
A shot of whiskey and his .22,
In the shadows where he fights his fears,
Holding onto hope as the night draws near.
Years pass quickly in this old man's tired dreams,
Hurt and confused from all that it was, and all that it still seems.
But still there's a chance to turn these wrongs into rights once again,
In the silence of the night, he seeks to comprehend.
Sadly now it has all come down to a simple prayer,
A shot of whiskey and his .22,
Wondering if he's truly done his best,
With bruised, battered hands he's searching for the rest.
With open fields of beauty in front of his tortured mind,
Knowing there are more uncertain journeys throughout even more uncertain times.
It's been a life of constant hell, this old man has traveled through,
Every moment a reminder of the battles he once knew.
He recalls the laughter that used to fill the air,
The warmth of love that slowly turned to despair,
Yet in the depth of sorrow, he finds a flicker of light,
A beacon in the darkness guiding him through the night.
Sadly now it has all come down to a simple prayer,
A shot of whiskey and his .22,
Each sip a memory, each prayer a plea,
Holding on tight to the man he used to be.
He wipes away the tears, takes a deep breath, and sighs,
In this quiet moment, he hears the answers in the skies.
So if you find yourself in a moment of despair,
Just remember this old man, his prayer, and whiskey shared.
With his hands still tightly folded, hope will always stay true,
A simple prayer and a shot, it'll see you through.
It's been a long and hellish journey, wondering, does anyone care?
With tears in his eyes from such a long, painful day,
Looking for the Lord to tell him all will be okay.
Sadly now it has all come down to a simple prayer,
A shot of whiskey and his .22,
In the shadows where he fights his fears,
Holding onto hope as the night draws near.
Years pass quickly in this old man's tired dreams,
Hurt and confused from all that it was, and all that it still seems.
But still there's a chance to turn these wrongs into rights once again,
In the silence of the night, he seeks to comprehend.
Sadly now it has all come down to a simple prayer,
A shot of whiskey and his .22,
Wondering if he's truly done his best,
With bruised, battered hands he's searching for the rest.
With open fields of beauty in front of his tortured mind,
Knowing there are more uncertain journeys throughout even more uncertain times.
It's been a life of constant hell, this old man has traveled through,
Every moment a reminder of the battles he once knew.
He recalls the laughter that used to fill the air,
The warmth of love that slowly turned to despair,
Yet in the depth of sorrow, he finds a flicker of light,
A beacon in the darkness guiding him through the night.
Sadly now it has all come down to a simple prayer,
A shot of whiskey and his .22,
Each sip a memory, each prayer a plea,
Holding on tight to the man he used to be.
He wipes away the tears, takes a deep breath, and sighs,
In this quiet moment, he hears the answers in the skies.
So if you find yourself in a moment of despair,
Just remember this old man, his prayer, and whiskey shared.
With his hands still tightly folded, hope will always stay true,
A simple prayer and a shot, it'll see you through.
