I’m in
search of greener pastures, don’t like my gar- den’s what I said, although I’m
working harder than last year, I’m still deep in the red, I am rowing as hard
as I can, and they’re selling me up a stream, I’m always one more step away from
the american dream. I got a chip on my shoulder about the size of a mental
block, I’ve got someone on the telephone trying to sell me a future in stock,
maybe I work too hard to be happy, and I should practice letting go, but it’s
hard not to rock the boat when you’re sailing against the undertow.
I want to slide into the black and wear the black mask, I might not get what I
lack, but it doesn’t hurt to ask if I want to sail, I need my life to be
breezier I said, please, god, or someone, make it easier.
I went to sunday school every sunday swallowed the bait and I got the hook and
when I needed something someday I would read the good book. tell me, what does
it take to get ahead? sometimes I know I’d sell my soul when it looks like
everybody else is flying, and I’m crawling in the hole, maybe if I open my own
business, maybe if I buy the lottery ticket, someone tell me what is the secret
to getting out of the thicket? give me more than just a sample, I need a whole
lot of glory then my life become an example of the american success story.
I want to slide into the black and wear the black mask, I might not get what I
lack, but it doesn’t hurt to ask if I want to sail, I need my life to be
breezier I said, please, god, or someone, make it easier.
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