Tragedians
She tells me it’s hopeless
She just won’t come down
Circles are shaded
Boundaries are built to cross
Highways are fortuned
And nothing seems important
I should call her
Or I should drive my way
Are we all just kind of doing whatever
Until something real comes along
Or are we all in limbo
Just sharing our songs in doubt
So what’s your purpose
And I don’t get it all myself
And I learned from Stoppard
That life’s a gamble at terrible odds
Holding closely, to what she said
Tragedians at our finest
And the real world's
Coming for our heads
Are we all just kind of doing whatever
Until something real comes along
Or are we all in limbo
Just sharing our songs of wrong
And she just wont calm down
She says she’s been about
And around this sound
She says it’s not worth it
It’s all just a hopeless
Little realm that we live in
And I couldn’t change her mind
Even if I wanted to
So I just sat next to her
On this bus ride to Kansas city
Beautifully broken
She touched my hand and said
Oklahoma’s great
But you’re going to love this town
Copyright © Jerry Golden | Year Posted 2009
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