Crossed

The red one is positive, black one’s negative you must use

Put the wrong one in the wrong place and you lose your hair

Fried like an egg in a sizzling hot frying pan on the range

Even if you don’t die, you look funny and act a bit strange

Everything was making sense and I was sure I knew where I

Then nothing looked familiar, felt confused and the F bombs

But I didn’t check the wires, I never bothered looking at

Neither seemed important to me cause I was too busy for that

Blew the fuse, singed my hair, took a drive to blow some

That’s just the way it goes when you hurry and you get your

Sunshine feels so wonderful but the warmth dissipates too

How come the good stuff in life never seems to want to last

Warm me long after the sun has tilted to the winter axis

Ease my distressed emotions and make sure my mind relaxes

You know how to connect the cables to make that engine turn

Heard every word I said cause you didn’t want your hair to

Those very same ears failed to hear my pleas or even

Though you say that you can’t wait for our tomorrow’s they’re

Hop the fence, grab the dog, hit the road and get home babe

The boys and I are waiting for you anticipating your arrival

Tim Windisch

06/20/2023