East Coast New England Boy

I don't talk much to strangers Not that they hear me anyway I'll open up when I'm ready 'Til then I've got nothing to say I want to get old with my friends Take our kids to Little League I might be someone's uncle To look at me you'd never think I used to want to write novels Like Vonnegut and Kerouac Sometimes I miss that feeling Seeing my life in paperback I'm a east coast New England boy My heart might be lost in the pines Maybe a bird got a hold of it To what end, I'll never find