Richard D. Preston

AND THE BAND PLAYS ON

The best laid plans of mice and men
Promises made in the prime of our youth
Gonna be rich, grab the world by the tail
Turned out to be far from the truth

Haven’t been the same since I walked the high plains
In the summer of sixty six
Where the good died young and the young died brave
Piled up like pick up sticks

Twisted and torn and turned inside out
Since the summer of sixty seven
Living for the day searching for a way
To turn hell into a place called heaven

The body was willing but the mind wouldn’t bend
Couldn’t quite conform to the normality’s of life
While the free were dancing to Joplin and Hendricks
I was still marching to the drum and fife

The beat goes on even until this day
Marching in a never-ending parade
Just a tad out of step and an octave out of tune
Forever restless in the land of the brave