“Solitary RIder” (c) by Solitary Rider aka Andyboy Georgia
playing at a coffeehouse for five punk kids
there’s a line at the restroom, where the cheap-ass vodka’s hid
and soon there ain’t nobody watching me
I’m as old and stale as my free coffee
Andyboy will ride tonight, a lonely stage, an open mic
he’ll sing his dreams to an empty floor, pack his gear and head on out the door
is it all a waste of time, when no one’s there to see you shine
addin’ chapters to an unread book, sing the tale of the solitary rider
I’ve played on subways for the working stiffs
their heads in those I-phones like frozen ostriches
And trains come and scoop their bodies ‘fore too long
while I play for the pigeons on a bare platform
Andyboy will ride tonight, echoed voice and humming lights
step on up and hear my song, I’ll be hear long after ya’ll are gone
is it all a waste of time, buskin’ on for a couple dimes
count your tips and don’t take a bow, that’s the life of the solitary rider
some homeless walking by says, “I was just like you”
did we dream of the same things, ‘til our lofty plans fell through
we’re you thinkin’, about breakin’ out, for so fucking long, yeah-a-yeah-a,
for so fucking long, yeah-a-yeah-a
Andyboy will ride tonight, an empty street and city lights
is there freedom anymore, isn’t that what all this fighting’s for
is it all a waste of time, I’ll be here until I die
then bury me in an unmarked grave, I’ll be fine, I’m the solitary rider
