Second draft

[Cornflake]

Kind of preachy but I like it, maybe for idiosyncratic reasons. These are all people I knew.

Tommy played guitar, he hoped to make it big
Nothing less was going to do
He had some local fame but what he didn’t have
Was what it took to break on through
His frustration grew and he got hard to like
Whiskey fueled his bitterness
He held out for more than life had to offer
And wound up with a whole lot less

Mary lived alone, the beauty she once had
Had turned to something hard and rough
Many men came ‘round, some were pretty good
But none was ever good enough
She waited for the guy who’d live up to her dreams
And fill in all her emptiness
She held out for more than life had to offer
And wound up with a whole lot less

Richard was a friend who hoped to talk to God
He went looking high and low
He tried the ancient ways, praying he’d connect
He never got an answer though
Then one day he put a pistol to his head
That’s one way to God I guess
He held out for more than life had to offer
And wound up with a whole lot less

It’s fine to have a dream but that ain’t where we live
This gritty world is our address
If we hold out for more than life has to offer
We wind up with a whole lot less

[Marshall]

I don't have anything to say. Other than, I was hoping to befriend Bob Dylan, but I guess I'll have to be happy with Don Peters.

[Deleted]

I like it. It's kind of direct, but it seems to work. With the right music that would probably be an excellent song.