The Ballad Of Alistair McGowan



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
©Mike Runion, 1999
Available on "The Red Velvet Couch E.P." CD
9/20/99