It's a Privilege

I prayed for peace in the Balkans

I prayed for peace on the streets

Now I'm just a sad old drunk

Filling my face full of grease

All my old friends they don't want to know me

It's just too much of a risk

I've ghosted I've been ghosted

They put me on the list

It's a privilege to learn

That that's the way it is

Not some vacuum of delusion

Of the narcissist

My software's changed

It's full of bugs

In a code I can't understand

I'm not living

Only dreaming

In the strangest of strange strange lands

I longed for the familiar

Only to discover

Everything was wrong

It's a privilege to learn

That that's the way it is

Not some vacuum of delusion

Of the narcissist

I saw the sun on the river

I felt the light through the trees

Just a fool and a lust to wander

Searching for some kind of peace

Could I find it in Tahiti

Or maybe Martinique

Or somewhere west of Glasgow

Or on the shores of Lake Louise