Any dream will do

I want to come back to my Driftwood days,

I want to come back to my wordly ways,

For somewhere in the last year or two,

I've been feeling a whole lot of blue.

I don't know if I'll ever find those words again,

Or if all I write here will bring me pain,

But I do know that I miss my Driftwood days,

And want to come back to my wordly ways.

If it brings you pain, you're sure to know

That those are the words you'd rather show

Is what they say to me all the time.

I'll now have you know, it's truth sublime.

For words that don't reach in and make you feel

Are not words, just bunkum and reel,

So I'm throwing salaried class jargon away

And coming back to my wordly ways.

Will you come over, will you read me,

I know not, but my words need to be.

Or it'll be another every day

With no words that matter anyway.

The last year or two are gone, anyhow

And it's time to take a step forward now

And get in touch with my wordly ways

And make my tomorrows all Driftwood days.

Welcome home, Driftwood.