Paul Langlois Homeless In Aspen
This town's not doing it for me
This chill in the air
And it's not as if I can't see
The way that people stare
Hope that I can leave here soon
Maybe down Boulder way
Leave right about high noon
Didn't get to do it today
And you may see me in the shadows
Drifting and walking alone
Or fighting my own battles
Pretending that I have a home
But Aspen's not at fault here
And nor is it the weather
And nor is it the time of year
When they're all dressed up in leather
No, it's what I thought it was
And I've known it for a while
It's all these dreams tumbling inward into junk
Thrown in a pile
And you may see me in the shadows
Drifting and walking alone
Or fighting my own battles
Pretending that I have a home
This town's not doing it for me
This chill in the air
And it's not as if I can't see
The way that people stare
No, it's what I thought it was
And I've known it for a while
It's all these dreams tumbling inward into junk
Thrown in a pile
And you may see me in the shadows
Drifting and walking alone
Or fighting my own battles
Pretending that I have a home
This town's not doing it for me
This chill in the air