I wrote this last month, while Neil was still touring. Only afeter a couple or three drinks tonight, did i nave enoough “nerve” to post it. So here goes…
You have your tickets
You are ready to go
See the “Master”
And his wonderful show
Some live right there
Some travel so far
By bus or by plane or
Hours in their car
But whatever sacrifices
They may make
Are nothing compared to his
For Goodness sake
He touches his chest
And nods his head
We all melt like butter
On steaming hot bread
Age doesn’t matter
As we all know
For two and a half hours
He puts on his show
He looks in your eyes
And points right through
the crowd, you feel
He sings just to you
He speaks to each one
In a different way
Evokes another emotion
Each and every day
Yet, still, I haven’t
Mentioned his eyes
they burn through your soul
And tremble your thighs
They sparkle and gleam
Bring a smile to your face
Though sometimes they see distant
Somewhere lost in space
Lonely, in the midst
Of a crowd
Bearing his soul
Singing out loud
Songs that come
From deep within
Self-realizations that
Would break lesser men
An enigma to all
That try to understand
And unravel feelings and thoughts
Of this complicated man
So what can you do
How do you get close
You’ll just have to go
To one of his shows (or 3 or 4—-or 49)
Months have now turned
Into years
That he has brought us
Laughter, joy, and tears
As the tour
Is almost through
We’re not quite sure
What we will do
We know he’s tired
He’s given us his all
But we don’t want it to end
Our elations will fall
How can one man
touch so many
Speak to each heart
It’s just so uncanny
So sing, dear Neil
Sing it out loud
Lonely in the
Midst of a crowd