” I swear I can be better- I could be more to you ”so you ask for my opinion- well what is there to say? to be honest, and just foolish, won’t make you want to stay. you’ve got to go on and get moving and I can’t do that for you- got so many plans and so much you want to do. ..love is tough, time is rough- on me. well, I see you’ve got your bible, your delusion imagery: well, I don’t need your eternity or your meaning to feel free- I just live because I love to and that’s enough you see, so don’t come preach about morality: that’s just human sense to me. love is tough, time is rough- on me. and it’s one life, and it’s this life, and it’s beautiful.
let’s not spill the truth: it’s easier being alone, you’re a shadow of the old, and I want something new.you’ve quit dreaming again- I can see it now clear, but I’ll wake up every morning, with the big black and the blue. let’s take this for what it is, you tell me you have changed- well, we all change in our own ways, in our own pretty ways. it all comes down to this: I’m an ocean, you’re the rain- the ice is melting fast, but you’re not pulling down the brakes. you’ll start drinking again, I can see it now clear, how you’ll wake up every morning, with a new bird in your cage. even the most peaceful town once was a battleground, well we all change in our own ways- in our own pretty ways.even in our police state someone dares to demonstrate,   well, we all fight in our own ways- but nothing ever change.

” I swear I can be better- I could be more to you ”

so you ask for my opinion- well what is there to say?
to be honest, and just foolish, won’t make you want to stay.
you’ve got to go on and get moving and I can’t do that for you- got so many plans and so much you want to do.
..love is tough, time is rough- on me.
well, I see you’ve got your bible, your delusion imagery:
well, I don’t need your eternity or your meaning to feel free- I just live because I love to and that’s enough you see, so don’t come preach about morality: that’s just human sense to me.
love is tough, time is rough- on me.
and it’s one life, and it’s this life, and it’s beautiful.

let’s not spill the truth: it’s easier being alone, you’re a shadow of the old, and I want something new.you’ve quit dreaming again- I can see it now clear, but I’ll wake up every morning, with the big black and the blue.
let’s take this for what it is, you tell me you have changed- well, we all change in our own ways, in our own pretty ways.
it all comes down to this: I’m an ocean, you’re the rain- the ice is melting fast, but you’re not pulling down the brakes.
you’ll start drinking again, I can see it now clear, how you’ll wake up every morning, with a new bird in your cage.
even the most peaceful town once was a battleground,
well we all change in our own ways- in our own pretty ways.even in our police state someone dares to demonstrate, well, we all fight in our own ways- but nothing ever change.