Lyrics

?TALKIN? BLUES?
(Written by: Burt K. Diaz) © 2001

Woke up this morning, found a letter on the table, said you?re gone.
I can?t believe it, but I guess there comes a time for movin? on.
We lived the busy life, the fast lane, left no time for me and you-oo.
Too many people, places, faces, too many goddamn things to do.
Time keeps on moving along.
Every time you turn around,
Finding out that someone else is gone.
Opened up the mailbox, found a letter from back East the other day.
It seems an old friend, kickin? back for dinner, suddenly slipped away.
He lived the stressful life, Policeman on the New York city streets.
Shot down by a heart attack, suddenly the taste of life seems sweet.
Time keeps on moving along.
Every time you turn around,
Finding out that someone else is gone.
Time keeps on pushing along.
Every time you?re waking up,
Finding out that someone?s moving on.
I?ve got a Preacher friend, gets me through the times when I feel down.
Frankie said, ?There ain?t no way of knowing just how long we?ll be around.?
Gotta catch the circus, when you find out that the circus comes to town.
We?ve got to live and laugh and love, be brave enough to be the clown?.Brave enough to be the clown.
[chorus]
I think from here on out, I?ll live my life with everything I?ve got.
Cause there ain?t no way of knowing, just how long, each of us has got.
Stand on the mountain top, shouting from the city of L. A.-hey!
It?s time for waking up, go on out and live life for today.
[chorus] [instrumental]
Will you be ready when you wake up and you hear the trumpets call?
Can you honestly say, ?I?m ready now, cuz I have done it all?
[chorus]