Better

your brow it knits your hands they fold
a tale of tragedy untold
walks with you everywhere you go
I know
itís bound to get better

I donít know why you must cry in the first place
itís really not the thing to do
the scenario you draw is the worst case
of what you can expect your next time through

youíve some reason to complain
about some pain you canít explain
it only happens in your brain
itís plain
insane

I donít know why you must cry in the first place
itís really not the thing to do
the scenario you draw is the worst case
of what you can expect your next time through

stare at the ceiling and the wall
you need three people to install
a lightbulb in your wherewithall
donít call me
and I wonít call you


Copyright Hills Snyder, 1977

 


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