A Certain Kind of Sadness

There's a certain kind of sadness
That really is just selfishness
You can find me in the kitchen
Dancing, doing dishes
There's a kind of ambition
That kept me moving, kept me wishing
That I could travel on my own terms
Bring along my favourite girl
Is it too late for that?
Is it a race or a contest?
If you took me out of context
Could I survive on my content?

There's a certain kind of conflict
I've avoided though I've needed it
I keep quiet in the kitchen
And Let you do all the talking
I'm a young man walking
Though I know I should be running
Just gunnin' for that finish line
Where I'm the master of my own time
And is it too late for that?
If it's a race not a contest
Should I abandon all my conquests
And articulate my regrets?
And stay at home, where I can enjoy my love?
I am alive and well. Can't you tell?

Now if you're not sure which door to open next
You can come on by for a chat
You can learn from my mistakes
So you don't waste your time



Credits
Writer(s): Leonard Scott O'neill
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