Monday, June 29, 2009

Somehow we're never quite prepared

I step to the edge to see my world below
and I laugh at myself as the tears roll down
'cause it's the world I know

"Yesterday’s just a memory, tomorrow is never what it’s supposed to be.”
--Bob Dylan

Sorry, I'm only human
You know me, grown up
Oh no, guess again
My days always dry up and blow away
Progress, changing
Growing then giving up
Somehow we're never quite prepared

What if we stop having a ball?
What if the paint chips from the wall?
What if there's always cups in the sink?
What if I'm not what you think I am?
What if I fall further than you?
What if you dream of somebody new?
What if I never let you win, chase you with a rolling pin?
Well what if I do?
I am giving up on making passes and
I am giving up on half empty glasses and
I am giving up on greener grasses
I am giving up
What if our baby comes home after nine?
What if your eyes close before mine?
What if you lose yourself sometimes?
Then I'll be the one to find you
Safe in my heart

Risk something, take back what's yours
Say something that you know they might attack you for
'Cause I'm sick of being treated like I have before
Like it's stupid standing for what I'm standing for

If you wait for someone else's hand you will surely fall down.

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