Pete Williams
I live in a little town where everything is breaking down
There's a hole in the middle, and everything has fallen in
It's too hard to keep everything in its place
They hate you when you're gone and when you show your face
The thoughts they always haunt you, keeping you awake
They make you be the lion, treat you like a snake
Pete Williams said to me, "You can be what you want to be"
His name's up there silently far above all the things I thought defined me
He's a man who judges things with his heart
I came to him when shame was tearing me apart
If I was more like him, I'd be set from the start
Instead, I'm just an actor playing out my part, again and again
Should I relax?
And take it slow?
Should I be lazy?
How should I know?
Heaven is a memory now, you can see on the face of guys I hang around
Some days I would rather drown, but it's a trick that I would think that I could do that now
You say you've moved on, man, I have not
You tell me how it used to stand in this very spot
You say you don't think about it, well I do, a lot
And I don't need to strike the iron when it's hot again and again
Should I relax?
And take it slow?
Should I be lazy?
How should I know?
There's a hole in the middle, and everything has fallen in
It's too hard to keep everything in its place
They hate you when you're gone and when you show your face
The thoughts they always haunt you, keeping you awake
They make you be the lion, treat you like a snake
Pete Williams said to me, "You can be what you want to be"
His name's up there silently far above all the things I thought defined me
He's a man who judges things with his heart
I came to him when shame was tearing me apart
If I was more like him, I'd be set from the start
Instead, I'm just an actor playing out my part, again and again
Should I relax?
And take it slow?
Should I be lazy?
How should I know?
Heaven is a memory now, you can see on the face of guys I hang around
Some days I would rather drown, but it's a trick that I would think that I could do that now
You say you've moved on, man, I have not
You tell me how it used to stand in this very spot
You say you don't think about it, well I do, a lot
And I don't need to strike the iron when it's hot again and again
Should I relax?
And take it slow?
Should I be lazy?
How should I know?
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Writer(s): Charlie Kaplan
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