Flies And Fins

I got flies in my pockets, boxes full of dreams and so many places other people want me to be. Got bills to pay and calls to make I guess they’re gonna have to wait I’m busy doing nothing In the North Country. Trout and salmon all around there’s no hotels not even a town gonna lay my head where it falls tonight. Wake up on the side of a stream, cast my line and tie on a dream and waste another day chasing things with fins. Flies and fins are all I have. Some folks think it’s so sad. I Could have been a politician or scientist. One of these days I know I’m gonna die so I work just enough to survive and spend my time chasing fish and tying flies. Been to every coast, every mountain range and met so many people I can’t remember their names. Some are friends, some are not It don’t matter because I forgot where I was yesterday. Thinking about the next cast, slow down ya move to fast the sun’s going down in the sky. The Morning sun will find me somewhere in the keys rolling a bone with crazy Charlie. Flies and fins are all I have. Some folks think it’s so sad. I Could have been a politician or scientist. One of these days I know I’m gonna die so I work just enough to survive and spend my time chasing fish and tying flies. I’ve been this way ever since I was a kid I wake up early and chase the fins go to bed at night then do it all again.  I fish with an ex-psychiatrist and one day he told me this, “the earth will spin into the sun.” He says if that day comes it won’t matter what anyone done so pack your bags we’re going to the Margaree. All my friends are a little weird, that’s what happens after so many years of chasing fins and tying flies. But I’ve been this way ever since I was a kid I wake up early and chase the fins go to bed at night then do it all again. Flies and fins are all I have. Some folks think it’s so sad. I Could have been a politician or scientist. One of these days I know I’m gonna die so I work just enough to survive and spend my time chasing fish and tying flies.