LOWDOWN KIND OF CURSE
It's tough to walk in pieces
I'm falling through the creases all the time
It'd been nice if once or twice
You had let me know just what was on your mind
The orphans in your orchards
And my choir full of cowards in the shade
So why don't you all just get together
And pick apart the choices I have made
And tell me where,
Where did I go wrong
This time
Still I wind up in a bottle
When the simplest task is drawn across the sand
And You tried hard not to notice
When I folded like a lotus in your hand
I tried to say I want you
But they gave me this mantra to say:
It's a lowdown kind of curse
Being good when you're trying to be great
Tell me where,
Where did I go wrong
This time
I felt it as the time passed
As the warden painted pictures of his dreams
He said I've seen it all for miles
And in the miles I saw just how it seems
It seems like everything and everyone
Are strung together, brothers in arms
Bet they fall into the caverns and the craters
That I accidentally carve
But it's late and I am rambling
And I swear that this'll be the final time
I gave you all I had to give
Now give me just this little piece of mind
And tell me where,
Oh, where did I go wrong
This time
JOANN
It's hard to tell which way you're going
When that salty shadow's cast across the sun
In the brine of Venice shallows
Where the twisting of our roots have come undone
Maybe our hearts lie over the ocean
Maybe we never should've stepped out of this wreck
I'd kill to stand at two roads diverging
Instead of here where fifty thousand intersect
And if I'm restless
Like the gulf of Siam
Won't you hold me
Like the wolf that I am
And when I'm hard up
Just shackle my feet
And throw the keys in the street, Joann
I wish that I could know just how you're feeling
Beyond the way a farmer know his field
But I'll proudly bow to your condition
Better still, I will bear witness to your yield
Someday we will lay in Okinawa
Or that island off the coast of Greece
And we'll live to be a hundred
Unconcerned with silver apples or Golden Fleece
And if I'm restless
Like the gulf of Siam
Won't you hold me
Like the wolf that I am
And when I'm hard up
Just shackle my feet
And throw the keys in the street, JoAnn
If our new civilization
Our tributary, aching for the sea
If it dies off trying to get there
Well I think that'd still be good enough for me
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