Letras
Looking out at a solitary tree
That's standing in a snowy park
Everything that lives gets battered
Every day goes dark
Love is such a tender thing
But not everyone can bear up to age ill
Some get hauled away to the graveyard
Wrapped up in grandma's pretty quilt
A little boy, he's screaming in the corner
While his mama's trying to soothe him on her lap
He's dressed up just like his father
They're both in matching baseball caps
From the cradle, poured straight to the mold
Well, it's kind of sweet, but kind of sad
Don't be fooled, there is no separating
The good stuff from the bad
I'm all twisted up inside
Is there something left to learn here in this school?
Where all my truth and all my fiction
Is facing off now in a duel
The storyline I can read with my own eyes
Don't fit the one that I've been carrying around in my head
Life is no respecter of persons
Even little children's hearts get torn to shreds
And these waves of inspiration
Sure can be few and far between
Like a train that just won't leave the station
They resist my plans and schemes
But I'm not holding back nothing anymore
And I'm done with being afraid of being bland
Use me up while I am living, Lord
Let's not leave nothing for the dead
Use me up while I am living, Lord
Let's not leave nothing for the dead