Category: Sunday Songs

Through The Day


What did you say to me?

That I might not be

anything more than a fuzzy picture of things?

Why would you say that?

Why can’t you be cool?

I was just sittin here minding my own

what did I ever do to you?

If you tell me I never existed

what would that prove?

I’m about as lost as I can get

I got no need to follow you

I’m not lookin to answer no questions

not lookin to complicate

So please just hold your suggestions

while I try and make it through the day

What are you talkin bout?

I’m over my head?

Yeah, maybe I can’t see it, but my face looks like a book you read

Existence is suffering

and it’s not my fault

I’m just a product of my time,

you know it doesn’t even matter what I ever thought

And if I have to do this all again

in some cosmic roundabout

Why should I even bother trying to learn

from what I’m going through now?

I got so many questions that you can only complicate

So please just hold your suggestions

while I try and make it through the day.

Are you still talkin?

Well, slow your roll

It’s hard to hear you over your attempts at saving my soul

Listen, I really appreciate

what you’re trying to do

But I think what I need right now

is just some time to work it through

And if one morning when I wake up

I can finally see some light

We’ll get together, and I promise I’ll listen

I’ll deconstruct my plight

I got so many unanswered questions

a tendency to complicate

and I could really use some direction

somethin to help me make it through the day


A Little Too Late


Verse 1 –

you don’t dance in the rain without a reason

even if it’s just a song to sing

if you find yourself watching your house burn down

i hope the match was your offering


you’re alright now

you don’t wanna talk about it

’cause you’re on to something else

yeah, it’s a little, just a little too late

Verse 2 –

jack be nimble, jack be quick

jack knocked over that candle stick

maybe he just got tired of messing around

maybe he thought he’d get up and get out of town


Verse 3 –

litte Miss Bo-Peep sits drinking cider

where your sheep go? asked the spider

i done run them off of a cliff, she said

i just got so tired of messing with it.