With A Smile On His Face

By Frank Peter Hermsen

Well, this is Robert

And I´m stoned again

Lights are out

A drink in my hand

I´ve got everything

What I do not need

And I finally reached

The dark end of the street

Oh. Robert

With a smile on his face

No more sorrows

Here in the mud

No tomorrows

Just a life on drug

My life is damned cold

I really lost my heat

Because I finally reached

The dark end of the street

I don´t understand

Whatever I say

I use to talk in a very

Roundabout way

Lies are the trips through

My boaring days

Hoping once to get

Far away

I didn´t leave footprints

Wherever I´ve been

I call it the value

Of not to be seen

Nobody knows me

A directory I don´t need

It´s rather lonely

At the dark end of the street

© FPH 94