Touring tests

It seems I lack the lot of riches
All tours in turn seem rather rough
Mates of mine all turn out bitches
It seems I am never enough

And caves and whores and sears and beers
And waves and wars and fears and years
And ties and tides and current pull
Sweep guys like I the current fool

As in past times when I went wrong
As debt then comes owed to the past
Wisdom and strength coming are long
As purgatory time is cast

And gods and lends of love that’s lost
And frauds and finds of lie and cost
And saxophone plays out my song
Of learning on days I am wrong

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