the reporter

Reporter Recall a story to me, something you might not want to say Play a song for me in key, something you’d never play Riches and tragedies and remedies took hold of you You climbed the heights, found the night, saw the lights, dove into the blue You want to, you need to you, wish you never did do Your trying, your dying and I just keep on writing Your burning, your bleeding, it makes for real good reading While you recall all of your strange journeys through the back door