Martha Tells Me

Martha tells me that we all end up the same
Whether you're the pauper or the king
She's right, I know
But even so I long to be
Remembered as the one
To make you sing

Well, I've been told the East Coast is the Beast Coast, whatever that means
All I know is it's the only place for me
It's where I met you and it's where we dreamed all our dreams
And there's no place that I would rather be

And Martha tells me that we all end up the same
Here but for a moment, then we're gone
It goes so fast and once it's past, there's no return
And all that's left of the Singer are the songs

Heading down the freeway with the blue lights overhead
You're at my side and the windows open wide
There's a thousand places out there that I'd still love to see
But tonight, there's nowhere else I'd rather be

Still Martha tells me that we all end up the same
Whether you're the pauper or the king
She's right, I know
But even so I long to be
Remembered as the one
To make you sing
Louder and deeper than the sea
Brighter than the stars
You and me may not be perfect but I see
The beauty in our scars



Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Grossmann
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