OLD CROW

“It’s real to life”; least that’s what you said to him

You just didn’t bother to say whose life it was

And you’re quite a sight for these sore eyes to see

No need to mention whose look you’ve absorbed

When you’re pushed for an answer you’re all self made

Your own trailblazin’ path from conception to grave

And how’s this work? And what comes first?

Does it shake you awake and drive you outta bed?

What moves the pen that quells your thirst?

But the whole time you’re wonderin’ how to reload your empty head

Stand up takin’ credit that somebody else is due

They start thinking for themselves you know that you’re through

This is easy enough you start to think

You just might get by without nobody’s help

Can you pull some strings and pull your weight?

While the whole place is shakin’ from your tremblin’ self

You need some miracle cure to get you outta the woods

But you ain’t got the chops to deliver the goods

You broke some natural law on that we all agree

The way water rolls down the drain or moss grows on a tree

You raised a fuss; you held your breath

You’ll have to show up with more and pray they settle for less

words and music by S. Knight and D. Bell