by Glenn Meisenheimer
© Copyright 2010 All Rights Reserved
It was golden bars you offered
To build a cage for me.
A chance to finally settle down
And start a family,
A haven built for just us two,
A port for our old age,
But my soul was pacing back and forth
Like a tiger in a cage.
I chose to go to Borneo,
Then round the China Sea.
I made my way to old Taipai,
To Siam, and Bali.
In every port I squandered gold
And spent my hard earned wage.
In every port my spirit paced
Like a tiger in a cage.
I heard you wed an upright man
Who works down at the mill,
Who gave you tousel headed kids
And a cottage on the hill.
These days I tend to drink alone
It's just a passing stage,
My spirit treading to and fro
Like a tiger in a cage.
We regret the things that we did wrong
And rue what could have been.
We wish we had a second chance
To make things right again.
I drink in darkened bars and long
To turn another page,
And still my spirit paces
Like a tiger in a cage.
