Almost Happy

1.       I’m looking for a place where I can be by myself.

            Some empty beach where the wind blows free.

            A few birds, clouds, waves breaking endlessly…

            Since there’s no hope of meeting you.

          (refrains)

Almost happy, almost free,

            Out here the waves roll up endlessly

            I don’t need no wireless or MP3

            That’s what it’s like when you’re like me.

            No digital this or digital that,

Out here you can sing in tune,

Or you can sing flat—

If I do any surfing, it won’t be on the net,

That’s what I like about being me.

2.       Almost happy, lonely, almost free

There’s nothing lonelier then being a face in the crowd

As long as there’s no company, an empty beach will do

            Now that there’s no chance of meeting you.

(refrain)

            No digital this or digital that,

Out here you can sing in tune,

Or you can sing flat—

Almost happy, almost free,

            Out here the waves roll up endlessly

            I don’t need no wireless or MP3

            That’s what it’s like when you’re like me.

(Composed singing while walking the beach at Daytona and Wilbur-by-the-Sea on a cloudy, windy, day)

c. 2007, Michael A. Guy, all rights reserved.