The Old Red Carpet Is Out

Dust flies through the sky higher than the martians
Dust flies in your eyes and you can't see true passion
We've dog-eared the corners, leaves a rug burn and a sore
We've stepped on it before. It's faded and glued to the floorboards

The old red carpet is out
Sopped in a film of doubt
You know it's true, I'll leave it and choose
To yield, to stay a few. To lose

Opportunity wasted, boy am I guilty
Tyranny's pinned to my palm as I slap myself silly
So let's go drink up all the rain and blame it on the weather
And yes, I should be better. But i'll smile just for good measure

The old red carpet is out
Sopped in a film of doubt
You know it's true, I'll leave it and choose
To yield, to stay a few. To lose

Is it wrong to have never tried
When it's been sprawled throughout my life?
Well there's always tomorrow after another goodnight
But what good is a tomorrow when I know I'll lose the fight

The old red carpet is out
Sopped in a film of doubt
You know it's true, I'll leave it and choose
To yield, to stay a few. To lose



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Writer(s): Jiles Beaver
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