LYRIC FOR SALE

By Vojc Triple Bull Inc

On the city streets of Detroit,
Home to muscle cars and Motown
His best advice was never panic
When your 401(k) goes down
On a Sunday afternoon.
Larry gave a cigar to me
When I offered him my cutter.
He just held up a golf tee
With a friendly wave hello.
Your voice was often quiet
Till you shared the food you grilled
And said, “Help yourself, try it.”
It’s tough to really know someone
Once-a-week drinking beers
I really didn’t know the person
I Sat next to you for years.
A Cooler full of beer
and fishing poles to cast
moving slowly to the bay
where you’re allowed to go fast.
the cooler now filled
with lots of fish to cook,
There is nothing better
than a bluefin on your hook.
His face became familiar
With small talk and a beer
baseball at Old Tiger Stadium
Was his last story I would hear
So as we raise a toast,
A Fireball in hand.
I know you’re near the ocean now,
Because you can’t catch fish on land.
As The book you wrote has closed
there’s one thing left to do.
So Today the book reopens
And We write Chapter Two.
Outro
So it’s time for One more ride,
alone and on the lake,
He turned your keys into wings.
For your last and final wake