I wrote this in the early 70s (or possibly even late 60s), then mostly forgot about it till today. So only demo quality at this point, but I intend to come back to it.

backup:

Cut-Rate Rolling Stone

Words & Music © David Harley

I never could hold down a job more than a month or so
Mostly I’d get itchy feet, and down the road I’d go

But I never meant to live the kind of life I’ve known
I guess I was designed to be a cut-rate rolling stone

There never was a woman born who could ever tie me down
Some just quit trying, some just wore me down

Somehow I always found myself back on the road again
With a backpack full of dreams and just a roadmap for a friend

I’ve tried to put down roots in some places that I’ve been
Sometimes I thought that I’d found love but it was all a dream

David Harley

Backup:

Words and music (c) David Harley

Bottle

I called out softly through the darkness
Hoping someone might try the door
Hoping someone might have the key
But I don’t trust the daylight anymore

Someone knocked the bottle over
It happened once before
I suppose it might have been me
But I can’t trust the daylight anymore

I believe I’m getting stronger
Than I ever was before
But I won’t get up to look
Because I don’t believe in daylight anymore

David Harley