WALKING TOWARDS THE END
written by phoenix blues novembre 2014 A Man walking away in Canal st.with the rags of thoughts in his hand,hands that caressing the soundsof a life around the world,a man is still walking,but his footsteps haven’t longer sound In the eyes still smoke and lights,in his ears the laughter and applause,still feel the smell of beer and womanBut it’s far away,and the memory fadesevery step more, today You can find in House of Bluesthe side where you don’t see anyone,with his glass full of regretsNo troughts in this mindFor people like him ....Is walking towords the end A boy with rosesOffers him oneBut the old man says sofltlyI haven't a woman who give itI keep her In my heartBuy one,... he gets upAnd he start over to walk again A man is walkingin Great New Orleans BridgeWearing his dress for the big concertAnd now he whistles a sad bluesRags become silk of a big curtainAnd hands glide the keys of the heart Don't you find more in Bourbon st.And the table's side is emptyRemains only a glass full of regretsHe was a man.... that towards in the endbut his footsteps no has longer sound A man vanisces awayBut you can hear him humming On the Ferry boatlost midnight ride from Canalmaybe you'll hear him play againStart music burts applauseIn the last session of great manWho has arrivedWhere he had to go