A lyric is just a lyric,
A song is just a song.
The world keeps repeating itself.
Is that so wrong?
You have a love,
But you had a love before.
You got older.
You couldn’t have that one anymore.
There are types, types of people,
All exactly the same,
Now and when you were growing up.
But who are you to blame?
The world is wonderful,
But not as wonderful as we think;
It’s molecules spinning around
Like water going down in the sink.
The bright love you had
Is routinely fading away.
The night you write in your mind
Is a kiss in another day.
You want it to be real
But maybe, you think, no,
You have to do something, you think,
But the fast is too slow.
But you don’t have time to wait,
But you think, I have time,
To read another’s thoughts.
Is yours a happy rhyme?
Are others wiser than you,
You think no, that can’t be,
But a yes comes around
With a mirror and it’s me.
You gave at the window
Like everybody else
When the evening came
And the dream, but you were not yourself.
A lyric is just a lyric,
A song is just a song,
The world’s a riddle.
Is that so wrong?
You took a walk in the woods,
You parked yourself on a rock,
You let the trees remind you
That you have a writing block.
But you like trees
And not having anything to say.
To hell with you, I’m going there today.
I’m going to have wisdom,
I’m going to have class,
I’m going to have grace,
And you are just an ass.
But maybe when I’m lonely
I won’t think that way.
I’ll think of a lost queen
On a lonely, foggy day,
And I’ll keep repeating “lonely,”
Or any other word,
And then I won’t feel proud,
I’ll feel absurd.
Others are funnier,
You aren’t so good, you know,
You said the wrong thing to him,
Yes, I know, I know.
But here are the seasons,
The seasons come and go,
You can have something new,
Or at least…I don’t know.
Do you love him?
Is there magic in this drink?
Is there a way out?
Oh tell me there is!
They have lost their clout.
This has lost its fizz.
Now let me help you;
That feels good.
I guess we can have a party
Here in our neighborhood.
A lyric is just a lyric,
A song is just a song.
The world keeps repeating itself.
Is that so wrong?
