Folks Who Can't Fall Very Far
The spiders stay with me like stars in the night
Each bright orb-eye looking for love or a light
Like so many wash-ups outside the bars
Like folks who can't fall very far
The deer in the field see the sky as a shroud
With nothing to give them but to cover the ground
Like all of my friends who gave up graspin' for stars
To be folks who can't fall very far
They don't need your houses, your self-worship shrines
Your 18 holes cut like 18 scars in the pines
Just one of their stories would beat all your memoirs
These folks who can't fall very far
But of course you worked better, worked harder, worked more
Than the woman who's working now at scrubbin' your floors
She's half of your age with three times your scars
But would you say she could rise very far?
Would you say she could rise?
Would you say she should reach
For the clouds you can see from the tops of your peaks?
Or would you say she should reach for the heel of your shoe?
For some to win, all the others must lose
You never will face it, their humanity
'Til they're stark ravin' angry and armed to the teeth
Then you have them gunned down in their crumbling streets
And you'll claim you were keeping the peace
So whatever befalls us, be it fortune or strife
Let's be as unburdened as you can be in this life
Of longing for theirs while holdin' too tight to ours
And be folks who can't fall very far
Each bright orb-eye looking for love or a light
Like so many wash-ups outside the bars
Like folks who can't fall very far
The deer in the field see the sky as a shroud
With nothing to give them but to cover the ground
Like all of my friends who gave up graspin' for stars
To be folks who can't fall very far
They don't need your houses, your self-worship shrines
Your 18 holes cut like 18 scars in the pines
Just one of their stories would beat all your memoirs
These folks who can't fall very far
But of course you worked better, worked harder, worked more
Than the woman who's working now at scrubbin' your floors
She's half of your age with three times your scars
But would you say she could rise very far?
Would you say she could rise?
Would you say she should reach
For the clouds you can see from the tops of your peaks?
Or would you say she should reach for the heel of your shoe?
For some to win, all the others must lose
You never will face it, their humanity
'Til they're stark ravin' angry and armed to the teeth
Then you have them gunned down in their crumbling streets
And you'll claim you were keeping the peace
So whatever befalls us, be it fortune or strife
Let's be as unburdened as you can be in this life
Of longing for theirs while holdin' too tight to ours
And be folks who can't fall very far
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Writer(s): Mitch Butler
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