Retrograde

Here we go again, same old scenery.
We're back in the motorcade.
Stuck in a retrograde.
Where did it go so wrong?
Who is at fault this time?
As we fall to pieces,
who's gonna keep it in line?

Take your thoughts with a grain of salt
and use your dreams to predict the future.
The grass is always greener
on the other side of the mountain.
I'm sorry to bring you down
but I'll be there to make you chipper.
Rumors can kill morale.
So, just don't listen. Here's your glass slipper.

"Same old shit, again."
Is what she had said to me.
Back in the motorcade.
Stuck in a retrograde.
I shouldn't take so long. Baby, I take my time.
As long as I've been with you, Girl, lip service would be nice.

Take your thoughts with a grain of salt
and use your dreams to predict the future.
The grass is always greener
on the other side of the mountain.
I'm sorry to bring you down
but I'll be there to make you chipper.
Rumors can kill morale.
So, just don't listen. Here's your glass slipper.



Credits
Writer(s): Frank Dibiase, Mike Fisher
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