Fletchers

Well I feel bad for the fletcher
Making arrows and watching me choose
And I feel nothing but the bedpost
And I feel nothing for you

You sit there at your window
Looking out a new day is due
Always feeling bad for the fletcher
Cause he ain't making arrows for you

There's better things to do
There's better things to do

Well please forgive me for my absence
I've been on the wrong side of life
I feel more educated now
I feel more in the right

You consume and devour
But there's no way to quench your thirst
And all these gifts that you've given me now
Well they just made me feel worse

There's better things to do
There's better things to do



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