It's rather simplistic, but the basic framework was floating in my head, probably influenced by listening to some Fairport Convention. Secondhand stalker is a phrase I've had in the back of my mind for year, but didn't know what to do with it.
lyrics
The secondhand sinners are looking at me, but I don’t think they know who I am
They don’t want to harm, but they just cannot see that I’m not the one making the plan
The second hand winners are cheering today They sit on the sofa and watch others play
While old men sit above in boxes of gold, those winners just feel what they’re told.
They do not know what they do, they cannot see beyond the leaves
The bough will break, the cradle falls, from the tree
The secondhand stalker is talking to me but I don't think he knows who I am
Perhaps he believes that I hold the key to get him to the dreams that he planned
The secondhand dreamer is drowsy today, she just couldn’t get any sleep
She gets up and puts on the mask of a clown while behind it all she does is weep
credits
from Round 18, Week 9,
released April 23, 2018
Susan Terry bass keycordion
Lee Terry guitar
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