My Favourite Song
MY FAVOURITE SONG
Why do I read all these books
Why do I still want to know
Why do I go to the show
In this city of crooks?
Why do I play truth or dare
And keep writing these songs?
Why do I still even care
And worry 'bout right or wrong?
Yeah, I keep rolling my stone
Thru the blood from a fountain of pride
And watch it slide down the mountainside
Thru the flesh and the bone
Why do I work in a place
Where people spit in my face?
Why don't I cut to the chase
And simply jump off the race?
I just carry the load
Thru the grass up the hill
And if I crawl like a toad
And I'm carrying still
And a radio plays
It's my favourite song
And I'm thinking of days
When the summers are long
When the roses still bloom
And the coffee is nice
And the shadows that loom
Are the carpenter's price
Yeah, I keep rolling my stone
Thru the blood from a fountain of pride
And watch it slide down the mountainside
Thru the flesh and the bone
And a radio plays
It's my favourite song
And I'm thinking of days
When the summers are long
When the roses still bloom
And the coffee is nice
And the shadows that loom
Are the carpenter's price
I guess it's better than crying
In a villa of tears
I guess it's better than dying
In a palace of fears
Just counting the years
Why do I read all these books
Why do I still want to know
Why do I go to the show
In this city of crooks?
Why do I play truth or dare
And keep writing these songs?
Why do I still even care
And worry 'bout right or wrong?
Yeah, I keep rolling my stone
Thru the blood from a fountain of pride
And watch it slide down the mountainside
Thru the flesh and the bone
Why do I work in a place
Where people spit in my face?
Why don't I cut to the chase
And simply jump off the race?
I just carry the load
Thru the grass up the hill
And if I crawl like a toad
And I'm carrying still
And a radio plays
It's my favourite song
And I'm thinking of days
When the summers are long
When the roses still bloom
And the coffee is nice
And the shadows that loom
Are the carpenter's price
Yeah, I keep rolling my stone
Thru the blood from a fountain of pride
And watch it slide down the mountainside
Thru the flesh and the bone
And a radio plays
It's my favourite song
And I'm thinking of days
When the summers are long
When the roses still bloom
And the coffee is nice
And the shadows that loom
Are the carpenter's price
I guess it's better than crying
In a villa of tears
I guess it's better than dying
In a palace of fears
Just counting the years
Credits
Writer(s): Arne Sven Floryd
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