Take your cautionary tales
And take your incremental gain
And all the sycophantic games
And throw 'em all away
Burn your TV in your yard
And gather 'round it with your friends
And warm your hands upon the fire
And start again
Take the story you've been sold
The lies that justify the pain
The guilt that weighs upon your soul
And throw 'em all away
Tear up the calendar you bought
And throw the pieces to the sky
Confetti falling down like rain
Like a parade to usher in your life
Take the dreams that should've died
The ones that kept you lying awake
When you should've been all right
And throw 'em all away
With the time I waste on the life I never had
I could've turned myself into a better man
There is nothing you can buy
And there is nothing you can save
To fill the hole inside your heart
So throw it all away
Help me to empty this house
The wool i've gathered all these days
And thought I couldn't do without
And throw it all away
Words: Glen Phillips, from Toad the Wet Sprocket's Coil
2 comments:
Hey Rick. Thanks for the challenging words (most every previous post included). So much baggage, so little time. - Mike
i knew from our one-time, brief meeting in an irish pub outside fenway that we shared many a musical taste...now, you've posted one of my favorite songs from my favorite band. thanks for the lyrical reminder.
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