No Good At Math
Young hands clasp
Worlds that are made of glass
Give it a while
I'm stunned
By all these flapping gums
I'm good with a smile
We'll bend
In whistling winds
Won't break by a mile
I'm no good at math
So I have to laugh
At this whole blood bath
Someday the road
Will call me to go
I'll act like I know
Which way to turn to
I guess we all burn to
Go up like smoke
And break down, least I hope
So
I am a haunted man
I like my life lonesome
I'll land
In some forest grand
You call me, I won't come
Not alive
To vie for time
Or to try to own some
I'm no good at math
So I have to laugh
At this whole blood bath
Someday the road
Will call me to go I'll act like I know
Which way to turn to
I guess we all burn to
Go up like smoke
And break down, least I hope
So
We harbor a kernel of grace
Just let it in
It grows if you give it some space
No matter when
Your world is only what you make
So I'm wandering free
We harbor a kernel of grace
Just let it in
It grows if you give it some space
No matter when
Your world is only what you make
So I'm wandering free
Finally
Oh my lord
We can't afford
All this repetition
Out of gas
What's it matter that
A key's in the ignition?
We're here
With open ears
For your muffled transmission
I'm no good at math
So I have to laugh
At this whole blood bath
Someday the road
Will call me to go I'll act like I know
Which way to turn to
I guess we all burn to
Go up like smoke
And break down, least I hope
So
Worlds that are made of glass
Give it a while
I'm stunned
By all these flapping gums
I'm good with a smile
We'll bend
In whistling winds
Won't break by a mile
I'm no good at math
So I have to laugh
At this whole blood bath
Someday the road
Will call me to go
I'll act like I know
Which way to turn to
I guess we all burn to
Go up like smoke
And break down, least I hope
So
I am a haunted man
I like my life lonesome
I'll land
In some forest grand
You call me, I won't come
Not alive
To vie for time
Or to try to own some
I'm no good at math
So I have to laugh
At this whole blood bath
Someday the road
Will call me to go I'll act like I know
Which way to turn to
I guess we all burn to
Go up like smoke
And break down, least I hope
So
We harbor a kernel of grace
Just let it in
It grows if you give it some space
No matter when
Your world is only what you make
So I'm wandering free
We harbor a kernel of grace
Just let it in
It grows if you give it some space
No matter when
Your world is only what you make
So I'm wandering free
Finally
Oh my lord
We can't afford
All this repetition
Out of gas
What's it matter that
A key's in the ignition?
We're here
With open ears
For your muffled transmission
I'm no good at math
So I have to laugh
At this whole blood bath
Someday the road
Will call me to go I'll act like I know
Which way to turn to
I guess we all burn to
Go up like smoke
And break down, least I hope
So
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Writer(s): Heavy Meadow
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