What forces the child on to the street
Struggles to breathe and then to his feet
Seeking in darkness a light of his own
Collecting left-handed notes from the combat zone
Young one so deep in the barrio
There's nowhere to run, and there's less to go
All the street people say "value your life"
Don't brandish your feelings, and hide your knife
Out here a fight has a life of it's own
Collecting left-handed notes from the combat zone
I was right-handed
For so long
A sure footed fool
'Til my blood hit the ground
So many precious notes gathered
Page by page
Oh, sister, it's the end of an age
The first time you're used
By a woman in bed
There's so much to do
And there's so much unsaid
She's talking to strangers and you're lying alone
Just more left-handed notes from the combat zone
I was right-handed
For so long
A sure footed fool
'Til my tears hit the ground
So may precious notes gathered
Page by page
Oh, sister, it's the end of an age
Precious notes taken together, page by page
Now I guess I reached the final stage
The fear of it all
Makes me shiver
But at some point
You've got to deliver
Weakness and fear
I'll never disown
They help your left-handed notes
from the combat zone
this song was probably considered
for Champion
words & music by tom jans
(not dated)
photos and materials courtesy jf
all lyrics and music
© tom
jans
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updated May 2009 by Geoff
GMGough at clara dot net
