This finally got finished after laying around on bits of paper for a year
Trying to make sense of it all © Vic Arnold 2011 v1 I smoked some strange weed in a room full of strangers, Begged on the streets like a dog, But what good is life without any danger, Where life and death's too close to call. v2 I courted a woman who looked like an angel, Then I met a girl I loved more. She showed me loving and she made my toes curl. I tried to make sense of it all chorus I sit here and wonder if I could have been, Walking the straight road as many I've seen. But I never wanted to be in between But right on the edge of the law Chancing my luck on whatever came up Trying to make sense of it all Instrumental v My children have flown on the wings of their know how, With kids of their own, strong and tall, And I'm way up ahead on a road they wont go down And nobody comes round to call v The world has grown old and I'm getting greyer The writing is up on the wall All of my friends have gone to their maker And I try to make sense of it all chorus
