impression of Griffin

[Marksman45]

a rolling stone retains no bones
with his charring smoke-filled air
and he glows 'cause he knows where the green river goes
(to the silver moon's long hair)
and a beam brings the rings and the stings of the dreams
in the steam of his life down there
(wine flows like blood, splash in the mud
and pick a dozen flowers to share)

Wish I had seen him on the roof that night
standing on the edge of summer
during those 90-something days lived in a haze
(he was shooting for a whole year)
"In a formula-1 race with death's haggard face,
you gotta add a kick to your fuel"

So today it's razors for jewelry or dance party '98
it's whiskey or wine tonight
Hell, I'll jump right, be a golden god
and we'll smoke 'til we choke on the joke every time.
And when cigarette smoke clears and morning draws near
and the bottle is filled with nothing,
a rolling stone retains no bones
but I'm thinking he's gaining something