It's a sign of renewal
Their hands are guided by cars
In spite of all ambition
I'm eating up all the stars

Though I never roamed the earth
I listened to the story
What I never did
Blazed out in a fit of glory

The result of all my actions
Started in the West
So rooted in modern culture
I clung to what was best

I found these words scribbled on a piece of notebook paper and archived in an
old three-ringed binder that contained some songs I had written in the past.
The other night I put a melody to these words.
Now I consider these lyrics to a new blues song.
The progression of the melody goes like this: E, A7, E, A7, E, B7, A7. back to E.