John T. Wurzer - Cooling Off

The temperature is ten degrees below where it was just last week
I'm trying hard to take a peek deep inside my soul
The cicadas are louder and prouder than I have ever known them to be
They're getting to me and it's starting to take its toll

I'm feeling cool and simple and examining the dimples on a lost golf ball
It's the perfect breezy night by a fountain while the light of day begins to fall
And I've got no one to call, and no one calls me.

It's quiet and quite peaceful though I'm feeling ill at ease still in my easy chair
Songbirds on the wind singing melodies that leak into my eyes
I cannot find the words; I cannot teach the birds to purge these restless dreams
So I sit here quietly with a notebook on my knee scribbling "good-bye"

I'm feeling cool and simple and examining the dimples on a lost golf ball
It's the perfect breezy night by a fountain while the light of day begins to fall
And I've got no one to call and no one calls me

The bottom's falling out; there's very little doubt about what breaks this fall
Harder than a rock it will come as quite a shock when death drops in
The rare and precious few are now lining up to view a public dunking booth.
I'm feeling so much cooler; like a ruler soaked in mortal sin

I'm feeling cool and simple and examining the dimples on a lost golf ball
It's the perfect breezy night by a fountain while the light of day begins to fall
And I've got no one to call and no one calls me

Written by:
John Wurzer

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