Synchuliar

It wasn't what it was
that wasn't what I wanted
It wasn't what I let it be
that was what it became
And though it really wasn't
what I always thought it shouldn't be
Less is more, and more or less
it didn't need a name

Don't hold my hand and squeeze it
if you know you're gonna walk away
A squeeze is like a tiny touch
with too much on it's mind
Kept folded in your pocket
like it's said all that it has to say
that moment of a photograph
still frozen in our time

Thread stops.... Words falter... Elvis has left the building.

If I were anybody I'd probably give you everything, out
Ramblin' Ed