this world is lonely
all its own
this world it owns me
its time we grow
the seeds we sow

so now we grow our
own souls
and now we make our
own roles last
until we figure out
this time what really counts

i tried to figure out once
anything we could rebuild
but all our work just spills
over into oceans and hills

we could let everything
just fall
it wouldnt mean a thing
at all
shake our heads
and hope it goes away
i shwung and i shwinged
but it never really shwang
Last edited by toobsok at Jul 21, 2006,