Alistair McGowan he lived a simple life With two Great Danes, a rented home, and a rusty yellow bike He worked a local factory job making widgets big and small And spent his nights down at O'Connell's Bar trying to forget it all Alistair McGowan was a native to these parts Born up the hill to a little woman blessed with a crystal heart They say that she spoke to the Lord and overcome with grace Round about 20 years ago she up and left this place Alistair McGowan was not much one for school Nevertheless he did his time and he followed all their rules When he turned 18 he hit the road and was gone for near 3 years Then one day he came back to town, folks say with a few loose gears Some of us ain't meant to be in the places where we are Some of us with slipping gears sometimes leave doors ajar Some of us see life just like a battle in a war And some of us ain't meant to be in the places Where we are Alistair McGowan settled down and he took a wife Janie Smith from Grovers Creek became the flower of his life They walked through town on autumn nights in a rain of amber leaves And picked guitars and made sweet songs like happy honey bees Alistair with Janie's help got his gears on track again He even ran for mayor but alas he didn't win They opened up a tiny shop that sold candles and greeting cards And laughed like fools when the summer winds smashed the plate glass All to shards But then round 'bout 6 months ago a storm settled in to stay Alistair's sky grew dark, now his clouds never go away In one quick flash Janie up and left, it was her time to depart They found her sprawled in a parking lot Seems she had a crystal heart Some of us ain't meant to be in the places where we are Some of us with crystal hearts we sometimes stray afar Some of us see life just like a frog sealed in a jar And some of us ain't meant to be in the places Where we are |