Ridin Lonely

New Song for the Songwriters Challenge at the Local Blend open mic night.

The theme for this month is jail.  And so here's a metaphorical special for you folks.

Riding Lonely

A ring on her finger or a .44,
One will kill you quicker
One will kill you more,
And he’s staring at the door

Three lovely ladies
In love with one man
He can’t love them all
But he does what he can
And it’s lock down once again.

He’s been stuck here all his life,
In this jail waiting for someone to come,
No one wants what they can‘t see,
Ain’t nobody, nobody going to set him free.

A smile on her face,
A shell on her floor
One’s just beginnin
to settle the score,
And he’s staring at the door.

A promise or a lie
Just one in the same,
One last longer
And the others a game
And it’s lock down once again.

He’s been through this all before,
In this jail waiting for the pain to come,
In his hand he holds the key,
Ain’t nobody going to set him free.

He dreams of far off trails,
Riding lonely,
finally found himself some peace.
No one clinging to some...
...broken dream
Of some man he’ll never be,
Where he won’t need,
he won't need to be set free.
 
He’s been stuck here all his life,
In this jail waiting for someone to come,
No one wants what they can‘t see,
Ain’t nobody, nobody going to set him free.