Sittin’ On The Seat Of My Stalled Car
by Barbara Lynn Terry
Sittin’ on the seat of my stalled car,
Watching the birds fly away so far.
Sittin’ on the seat of my stalled car,
Just a wondering what my options are.
I left my home in Milwaukee,
Headed for the Melbourne shore,
I got no way to go,
‘Cause my health is failing so.
So, I’m just a
Sittin’ on the the seat of my stalled car,
Seeing where the people are,
Just a sittin’ on the seat of my stalled car.
I’m so lonely here,
Nothings ever gonna come this way.
I’ve got no money to leave,
Wondering what I should do today.
Clutching my purse to my side,
This nightly cold I can’t abide,
Hoping someone will give me a ride,
Taking me home tonight.
So, I’m just a
Sittin’ on the seat of my stalled car,
Watching the birds fly away so far.
Sittin’ on the seat of my stalled car,
Wondering what my options are.
I love that song so much of Otis Redding I think
Your lyrics sound perfect to that tune!!
Love this poem!!!
Peace Love and Light....Morning Star
Regis
Nice one Barbie but hope it is not for real.
Fee
Oh I can so totally relate to this write & Yay for high school boys raised sweetly by a wonderful Mother!!!
He took me to gas station, bought me gas & a gas can! Wow!
I had a cell phine, but I was in the "Can you hear me now?" zone!
Embraced~Embrassé
Vickie
No position anyone wants to be in now-a-days. If I were sitting in a broken down car I'd probably be singing Otis Redding songs too. Peace, Love and God's Blessings Always, Paul.
Be always safe,
Karen
Option 2: call police
Option 3: husband
Option 4: find a bar, buy a round for the house, then get drunk...
good luck, Ed & Rufuz