Kumbaya, You Feckless Dreamers

The Ballad of Lucky Downturn

I’m holding up for now, I guess
and thanks for asking, mac
I’m holding out for better times
to get back on the track
I’m holding to the vain idea
I haven’t lost the knack
I’m holding tight the napkin
with her number on the back

I’m holding high my cocky head
a bedroll and a sack
I’m holding out for luck again
the kind I usually lack
I’m holding one short piece of rope
and hoping for some slack
I’m holding hands with someone
in a memory way, way back

I’m holding off on paying bills
those credit cards can wait
I’m holding off on voting for
your favorite candidate
I’m holding in a pattern
miles above the boarding gate
I’m holding you so tightly
hell or heaven, they can wait

I’m holding this one truth to be
self evident, you know
I’m holding it for now because
tomorrow it may go
I’m holding up a toast to all
the high as well as low
I’m holding in a swollen heart
my love, and let it flow

Kumbaya, you feckless dreamers
with your carefree, fickle ways
Kumbaya, you dizzy schemers
in the dust of sunny days