EARTHBOUND Jim Dixon Pour the poet thru the pen The ink dries and the words set in I’m not the man I used to be But he part that’s left you can’t take from me I’m tired of trying I never win I just get up and start again I’m tired of trying I never win But I’m thankful for these few friends I can’t fly but I’ll try again Take off running with my fist in the wind Jump to find I’m earthbound again Am I the Poet, am I the pen I like the way whiskey taste The picture I keep of a girl with a smile on her face They both burn me going down I give it one last look before I hit the ground I don’t have wings but I do get high Stumbling in for one last try Well look at me I’m up here high Staring down before I dive I can’t fly but I’ll try again Take off running with my fist in the wind Jump to find I’m earthbound again Am I the Poet, am I the pen Am I the Poet, am I the pen