Sep 29, 2005 21:56
Well the wind's runnin' down the road
And the roses were no good this year
I seen simple signs of flames and things
They'll singe you, yes they'll sear
The lines ain't all that you paint
Though you stopped doin' that too
Charcoal and ink wells and everything else
The eyes never look right but they're true
Sing New or Old
And the ticket ain't never been split
Or at least the big R's ain't get their's
You fought and you taught a thing or two to me
Weight of the world in your golden brown hair
My tombstone to read well I'll write
To answer to tell just because
Not what that man did or what that man said
Just what kind of boy that he was
Sing New or Old
Just lie awake and hear me now
You don't need to look up to see
Due diligence or ambition or accomplishment
You got a mirror so just smile for me
I'm so proud of you yes I am it's true
If I done good its cuz I been done the same
And the others like me they see what I see
They'll just be back later in the day
Sing New or Old
The ripping of time takes a brute of a tear
And I can't think of what it might take
I just know that you been torn by this world
And of the sacrifice that you made
My mama why don't you still paint?
Oh why don't you sing can't I hear?
You've been through your works
All of my hopes and all of my fears
Sing New or Old