On the first day of springtime When everything was expanding He was stabbed in the eye by a ray of sun Slicing through the buildings And he just had to drop his briefcase where he stood All the things that might have been and those that surely could They hit him, with the force of knowing That this was not the way On the street, oh my God, another day
Chorus It’s an open-shut case Of a calling not being heard Not being heard
Mama, see, you’re a product of their thinking When all you wanted to do has just been, slowly shrinkin’ It’s a pile of dirty dishes And a drawer of single socks With a pair of worn-out ballerina shoes Sitting in a box And the voice, in the drive-through speaker Still has that song that he thinks will be a keeper It just needs a little bit more To just get his foot through the door And in the meantime, he’ll just keep on Sleeping deeper
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Bridge It’s like a whisper in your ear If you try to speak it out loud It might just, disappear
You used to want to build things Used to be sure That you would heal people That you would find the cure And you would be a football star You’d be the driver of a racing car The old typewriter that you pounded on Might have made you quite the phenomenon, With your brush and the canvas you could paint well, But you put it all away when they said it wouldn’t sell, well, What you’re doing now you don’t know why, It wouldn’t hurt if you only tried, Now it sticks in your mind like a splinter, You could use spring but you only get winter so, How’re you going to get from here to there So many walk around with a vacant stare, Live the life you love, love the life you live, So you can let yourself forgive,
If it’s an open-shut case Of a calling not being heard Not being heard Not being heard Not being heard
(alternate ending)
You can take a horse down to the water But you can’t make him drink or want more Said, it’s late in the day, And we both know what you came here for Seeing everyone, how they turn and run Like a raisin in the sun, ‘till the next man comes How you gonna get from here to over there When your hands are full with your pulled out hair And you swear and you swear that you don’t really care Just as long as you can get your share See the poor man with no education Resigned to stay put and blame the system And see the rich man, He thinks he must make money ‘Cause the money is the thing that gets him gold jewelry Just live the life you love and love the life you live Happiness is not a sieve Plenty fall away ‘cause they’re not trusting Keep listening to avoid
Chorus An open-shut case Of a calling not being heard Not being heard Not being heard Not being heard Etc.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
