Your Sunday Evening Scripture Study


I met my old lover on the street last night. She seemed so glad to see me. I just smiled.

And we talked about some old times, and we drank ourselves some beers. Still crazy after all these years.

Oh, still crazy. After all these years.

I’m not the kind of man who tends to socialize. I seem to lean on old, familiar ways. And I ain’t no fool for love songs that whisper in my ears.

Still crazy after all these years.

Four in the morning. Crapped out. Yawning. Longing my life away.

I’ll never worry. Why should I?

It’s all gonna fade.

Now I sit by my window and I watch the cars. I fear I’ll do some damage one fine day. But I would not be convicted by a jury of my peers. Still crazy after all these years.

Oh, still crazy.

Still crazy…

…still crazy after all these years.

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