Catastrophe
I dreamed about a new path
Then woke up to walk the old
So I set off to find something that's new
I climbed the tallest mountain
To see the lowlands all around
There's a million way to the top
But it's the same damn view
So walk away when you can
From a life that you can't stand
You're the author of your own catastrophe
Just take it for all it's worth
All the joy and all the hurt
Or else where you are is where you're going to peak
Livin' is a gamble baby and
Lovin's much the same
But, Mr. Simon let the blues run his own game
When the coin is flipped
No matter how it hits the ground
It's a bet you can't make without your chips down
So walk away when you can
When you've been dealt a shitty hand
You're the author of your own catastrophe
Take it for all it's worth
It might be gold it might be dirt
But, livin' costs too much if you ain't free
I took a trip back home
To see how far I've Really come
It's clear to me that I'm my fathers son
No matter how much luck you have
Or what you think you're owed
Life finds a way to keep you on the run
So walk away when you can
But keep in touch with your old man
You're the author of your own catastrophe
Just take for all it's worth
Cause' who you are ain't your work
And where you are is where you want to be
Walk away when you can
From a life that you can't stand
You're the author of your own catastrophe
Just take it for all it's worth
All the gold and all the dirt
Cause livin' costs too much if you ain't free
Then woke up to walk the old
So I set off to find something that's new
I climbed the tallest mountain
To see the lowlands all around
There's a million way to the top
But it's the same damn view
So walk away when you can
From a life that you can't stand
You're the author of your own catastrophe
Just take it for all it's worth
All the joy and all the hurt
Or else where you are is where you're going to peak
Livin' is a gamble baby and
Lovin's much the same
But, Mr. Simon let the blues run his own game
When the coin is flipped
No matter how it hits the ground
It's a bet you can't make without your chips down
So walk away when you can
When you've been dealt a shitty hand
You're the author of your own catastrophe
Take it for all it's worth
It might be gold it might be dirt
But, livin' costs too much if you ain't free
I took a trip back home
To see how far I've Really come
It's clear to me that I'm my fathers son
No matter how much luck you have
Or what you think you're owed
Life finds a way to keep you on the run
So walk away when you can
But keep in touch with your old man
You're the author of your own catastrophe
Just take for all it's worth
Cause' who you are ain't your work
And where you are is where you want to be
Walk away when you can
From a life that you can't stand
You're the author of your own catastrophe
Just take it for all it's worth
All the gold and all the dirt
Cause livin' costs too much if you ain't free
Credits
Writer(s): Spooky Mulder
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