Beasel Brothers Archives - Baltimore Post-Examiner

Do you still think of me?

I once loved a woman or so I thought She took me for a ride I never got off Should

Well I’m looking back Now I’m turning back All the pages of days gone past Growing with the changes That

Well I woke up Saturday morning Feeling kind of dazed I must have had one too many last night And

Oh Chameleon You really are alone Oh Chameleon I got some eyes to loan I see you are standing in

Dirty socks in a pizza box No insurance and faulty locks Old blue jeans and magazines Checkbook needs some balancing

I lay here in the darkness and wonder all alone Of how you and I have become so close You’ve

Echoes of the memories Rising from the streets Visions of the past Linger beneath my feet Riding through a strange