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You write songs for a living, it's just what you do
I write songs to keep living, without them, I'm through
You keep the royalties and I'll just keep score
Of discoveries I've made while death's at the door
Been blinded by anger and learned quite a bit
Been crippled with sadness, enough to forfeit
Seen joy a few times, and found where it's from
But all I feel now is pure confusion

At the bare bedrock where my feet touched ground
I couldn't feel comfort, couldn't see or hear sound
I built a shelter with ashes of hope
And tied down the tent stakes to the end of my rope
Of course when I finished, I stepped back for a look
It appears I've built hell here, in heaven's last nook
The strength that I've gathered is no currency
The merchants of this world only barter with sanity

Looks like the end is never quite here
But I've galvanized me with sorrow and fear
And now the war's over, you've thrown down your guns
Where armies once stood, there stands only one
My armor's just rusting and gathering dust
I spent my life savings on this useless crutch
My legs were just fine, just tired was all
But now that I know, I've nowhere to walk


At the bare bedrock where my feet touched ground
I couldn't feel comfort, couldn't see or hear sound
I built a shelter with ashes of hope
And tied down the tent stakes to the end of my rope
Of course when I finished, I stepped back for a look
It appears I've built hell here, in heaven's last nook
The strength that I've gathered is no currency
The merchants of this world only barter with sanity

I miss nursery rhymes
and nap times
And rides on the bus
I miss snowballs
And roll calls
And gas for a buck
I miss recess
And lunchtime
I miss walking home
I miss
movies
And doobies
And drinking Patron
I miss boyscouts
And cartoons
And skating all day
I miss the good times
When all we
Could do was go play
I miss sleeping
And laughing
And getting new shoes
I miss Clinton
And Jesus
But most of all
I miss you
You write songs for a living, it's just what you do   I write songs to keep living, without them, I'm through   You keep the royalties and I'll just keep score   Of discoveries I've made while death's at the door   Been blinded by anger and learned quite a bit   Been crippled with sadness, enough to forfeit   Seen joy a few times, and found where it's from   But all I feel now is pure confusion      At the bare bedrock where my feet touched ground   I couldn't feel comfort, couldn't see or hear sound   I built a shelter with ashes of hope   And tied down the tent stakes to the end of my rope   Of course when I finished, I stepped back for a look   It appears I've built hell here, in heaven's last nook   The strength that I've gathered is no currency   The merchants of this world only barter with sanity      Looks like the end is never quite here   But I've galvanized me with sorrow and fear   And now the war's over, you've thrown down your guns   Where armies once stood, there stands only one   My armor's just rusting and gathering dust   I spent my life savings on this useless crutch   My legs were just fine, just tired was all   But now that I know, I've nowhere to walk         At the bare bedrock where my feet touched ground   I couldn't feel comfort, couldn't see or hear sound   I built a shelter with ashes of hope   And tied down the tent stakes to the end of my rope   Of course when I finished, I stepped back for a look   It appears I've built hell here, in heaven's last nook   The strength that I've gathered is no currency   The merchants of this world only barter with sanity      I miss nursery rhymes   and nap times   And rides on the bus   I miss snowballs   And roll calls   And gas for a buck   I miss recess    And lunchtime   I miss walking home   I miss   movies   And doobies   And drinking Patron   I miss boyscouts   And cartoons   And skating all day   I miss the good times   When all we   Could do was go play   I miss sleeping   And laughing   And getting new shoes   I miss Clinton   And Jesus   But most of all   I miss you