I didn’t care
About anything
Anything
And I was concerned, a little scared
It is a problem
Not to care about anything
Went out to the casino
The band was faking it, playing behind canned tracks
I even heard a horn section; it wasn’t there, canned tracks
Lost at the roulette wheel
It was that kind of night
Headed to the blues club
A tolerably good band
Crowded dance floor
A funny drunk girl
Decent business guy
Some coffee
Brought me out of it
Of all things
On the way home I thought about
3 AM conversations around the campfire
At church camp
When it all comes out
And there’s just us, talking, looking at the fire
And 3 AM
Then I was home
David Fekete 