Surrender Blues
By Gregg Inhofer

I got out of the driver’s seat. I said, hey listen man. I got to cool my feet. So gimme a minute to untie my shoes and I’ll tell you ‘bout surrender blues. I don’t know where it all began. I was a mess I think, at least that’s what I hear from my friends. My soul didn’t know if it was dead or alive, but I’ll tell you what I didn’t do. I didn’t surrender. No, I didn’t surrender. I couldn’t remember that I didn’t drive that well. So I picked up my own butt and climbed back into my rut. I was drivin’ myself and that car down the highway to hell.....o, it’s me again. Your helpful neighborhood ego, masquerading as your best friend. So throw me those keys and let’s go for a spin. Don’t tell me you won’t try it ‘cause your parents wouldn’t buy it it’s a sin.....ergy is what we need here. We need to establish a connection that is crystal clear. But lemme just warn you what I’m all about. I’ll leave you when you’re down and out. But I didn’t surrender. No I didn’t surrender. I still couldn’t remember that I didn’t drive that well. You see, I was gonna be a rock star. Play by night ad sleep by day. Then one day I looked into a mirror. And I nearly fell over from the sheer shock of realizing that yes indeed skin does wrinkle And my hair was turning gray. I turned ‘round and ran out from the room. I laid down on my bed, I felt like I was back in the womb. And that’s when I voice said you should be glad you’re alive. So throw me those car keys, fool, so I can drive. And so I surrendered. You bet I surrendered. I finally remembered that I didn’t drive that well. Now I sit by the window watching the wind blow. I finally surrendered, yes I did, to the surrender blues.