John T. Wurzer - Lonesome Ally Lyrics

Black or White Left or Right
I don't know where I belong
Too many beers, and too many years, and I'm still sitting here singing this song
Up and down and battered around
And feeling twice deranged
Caught in a trance like a victim of chance, I swear I've never felt so strange
I turn on the news and get somebody's views
Instead of what's really going on
I'd like to relax but when I finally get facts, I'm pretty sure what they're saying is wrong
Back and forth, no reliable source
It doesn't matter anyway
You can come as you are, let's meet at the bar and talk about yesterday

I was young and wild, I was liberty's child, and my life was an empty slate
I was bold and free, it was just like me, to protest and agitate
But time stepped in like some original sin, and now they're screaming that I'm supposed to be
An ally to this group, and an ally to that group, I sit on my front stoop, in this cultural pea soup
Wondering if anyone will ever be an ally to me

I'd tell you, "Good Morning!" but I just saw a warning that I might not know the pronouns to use
And if I offend you, I'll have to pretend you have a right to feel outraged and abused
I walk with my head down, through cities and small towns quietly against my will
Caught in a trance like a victim of chance and obviously over the hill
I'm media social, I make it a focal point to post, chat, and tweet
But I get lost of the swamp of your needs and your wants and the things that make you feel complete
It's breaking my heart that we're so far apart, and I'm sorry I can't find your place
Maybe it would be fine, instead of meeting on line, we could talk about this face to face

I was young and wild, I was liberty's child, and my life was an empty slate
I was bold and free, it was just like me, to protest and agitate
But time stepped in like some original sin, and now they're screaming that I'm supposed to be
An ally to this group, and an ally to that group, I sit on my front stoop, in this cultural pea soup
Wondering if anyone will ever be an ally to me

The circus is growing, the carrot is crowing, and the vegetables have all lost their pants
I'd ask you to love me but you're so far above me, I'm not worthy to ask you to dance
How did this happen, my foot is still tapping but the music doesn't make any sense
It's not in the cards, we live in two separate yards, and I'm too old to hop over your fence
Excuse my defiance but I thought an alliance was defined as a two-way street
I'd like to reach out, but without any doubt, you somehow see me as incomplete
Although I'm nursing home age, and turning a page, I've got no urge to be alone
I want to be your friend, but you scream, "Make amends! Acknowledge, apologize and atone"

I was young and wild, I was liberty's child, and my life was an empty slate
I was bold and free, it was just like me, to protest and agitate
But time stepped in like some original sin, and now they're screaming that I'm supposed to be
An ally to this group, and an ally to that group, I sit on my front stoop, in this cultural pea soup
Wondering if anyone will ever be an ally to me