Sunday, February 06, 2005
 
Stories I Tell
(yet another Toad the Wet Sprocket throwback)

Don’t give me answers for I would refuse
Yes is a word for which I have no use
And I wasn’t looking for heaven or hell
Just someone to listen to stories I tell

Now what is a blessing and what is a dream?
Caught between portraits and none’s what it seems
And why is it people expect there’s a change,
When I feel I’m a part of something I can’t see?
I feel the same

Now don’t ask me questions or I will retreat
Fame is a cancer and ego it’s seed
Now I wasn’t looking for heaven or hell
Just someone to listen to stories I tell

Do we ever wonder?
And do you ever care...

Subtle salvation in poems we know
Hiding our heads in a shadow of home
Now I wasn’t looking for wreaths or for bells
Just someone to listen to stories I tell
Stories I tell

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