The late [and supremely gifted] Tommy Bolin:
Wintertime comes just a little too fast
Summer just flies by on impatient wings
I'm just a fool for yesterdays
I've seen too many things in so many ways
At night I just sit in my room by the fire
Lookin' out my misty window at the streets below
Too many people lookin' lost and forlorn
Vagabonds without homes and nowhere else to roam
Pour me another glass of that sweet burgundy
Maybe it will help to ease my pain
Burgundy, I guess you're my only friend
Sweet Burgundy
Outside my window I see the deaf and the blind
Who are pondered for a moment and then left behind
Times that I think I was all alone
I just sit back and think I haven't sold my soul
RIP Tommy
