Words of wisdom, quotable quotes,
Reader’s Digest sayings for those losing hope,
Why do I feel so mocked by the hands of the clock?
Well, anchor me down to the solid rock,
I want to leave you with something, but I almost forgot,
Was it a closing statement or a parting shot?
Well, you lie on the flowers here in the wind,
I’ve twisted it all with original sin,
There’s a knowledge I traded a long time ago,
Well, I bartered it off for these rags I call clothes,
But I learned how to fake it and remake it on cue,
And I swear I never stopped needing you.
There’s a question forming, out here in the dark,
In the heavy air all around my heart, now laden with consequence, chain link fence, and shot through with all manner of lies I’ve been trapped in and caught,
And the world, like a tempest, in your ears doth roar,
And the flesh wants to dress up and play your whore,
And the devil wants to cast all manner of doubt on the real lover with the key, dying to let you out from the bars that you fashioned with your stolen clout.
Well, I may be confused, but I’ll play my hunch,
Did it feel like a kiss or a counter-punch?
Evening is closing and the kid drones on and on, and on,
Well, get out your car keys, I hope this is his last song,
Wait, it’s bigger than life; it is gracious and grand,
Something a child readily understands,
Hey, you know I sure could use a new suit of clothes,
See, I’m gone all threadbare and my shoes are worn,
Now the flowers are growing right out of these bones, and I hear the trumpet sounding like Louis Armstrong,
When the great divorce happens, hide me in your song, though I don’t deserve it and I don’t belong.
I want to leave you with something, will you take it to heart?
Are you a closing statement or a parting shot?