Women and Children
Think I'm ready now
Let's get down to work
Guess I squandered my third decade
You know the steady march of time can hurt
Thanks again for waiting
But what else would you do?
Stay sitting on your hands
Keep in mind this world doesn't circle 'round you
Red eyes
Reading letters home in the dark
Hanging paintings up in the sky
Stories always end so well
Writing novels in my mind
Where'd everyone go?
Should be here in a minute or two
Wouldn't miss this for the world
They know what all we're planning to do
Maybe I'll go it alone
Taste the waters from a different well
Maybe I don't need anyone
There's really nothing left but time alone to tell
Red eyes
Reading letters home in the dark
Hanging paintings up in the sky
Stories always end so well
Writing novels in my mind
These great tastes seem to have soured a bit
And my dreams are absurd
You might call these words self-serving
Tell me just who else am I to serve?
Everything under the sun to lose
And nothing much to gain
The blank canvass is a beautiful thing
But it's time to pick up a brush and paint
Red eyes
Reading letters home in the dark
Hanging paintings up in the sky
Stories always end so well
Writing novels in my mind
Let's get down to work
Guess I squandered my third decade
You know the steady march of time can hurt
Thanks again for waiting
But what else would you do?
Stay sitting on your hands
Keep in mind this world doesn't circle 'round you
Red eyes
Reading letters home in the dark
Hanging paintings up in the sky
Stories always end so well
Writing novels in my mind
Where'd everyone go?
Should be here in a minute or two
Wouldn't miss this for the world
They know what all we're planning to do
Maybe I'll go it alone
Taste the waters from a different well
Maybe I don't need anyone
There's really nothing left but time alone to tell
Red eyes
Reading letters home in the dark
Hanging paintings up in the sky
Stories always end so well
Writing novels in my mind
These great tastes seem to have soured a bit
And my dreams are absurd
You might call these words self-serving
Tell me just who else am I to serve?
Everything under the sun to lose
And nothing much to gain
The blank canvass is a beautiful thing
But it's time to pick up a brush and paint
Red eyes
Reading letters home in the dark
Hanging paintings up in the sky
Stories always end so well
Writing novels in my mind
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