Aaron

Aaron's got a shop up in northern Vermont
Where the days don't run, they just plod along
He spends each one working in a haze
Humming sad songs

And in the back on the rack
There's an old guitar with a few good strings.
And he stays and he plays until it's dark
And he always sings:
"I don't write sad songs,
They just seem to find me.

I've been standing still
And I feel a little restless now.
Here for years and now I fear
that there's no way out.
Holding onto something that just holds me down.
And I don't know, no, I don't know, I don't know if this is me."

Sunday, Monday, Tuesday at the bar
Trying to feel less hollow
But he skips the booze for the back hallway
And the old piano.

And when it's 2am and the bar room's all spilled out
It's just him and the owner
And the man says "Aaron, why the sad ones now?"
And Aaron shrugs his shoulders
"I don't like sad songs, they just seem to right me.

I've been standing still
And I feel a little restless now.
Here for years and now I fear
that there's no way out.
Holding onto something that just holds me down.
And I don't know, no, I don't know, I don't know if this is me.

They say life's a little sweeter for the struggle is
I can't seem to care what they say
Life's a little sweeter for the struggle is
I can't seem to care what they say

I've been standing still
And I feel a little restless now.
Here for years and now I fear
that there's no way out.
Holding onto something that just holds me down.
Holding onto something that just holds me down.
Well I'm done holding onto something that just holds me down.
Cause I don't know, no, I don't know, I don't know if this is me."