Stories Songtext
Not every story has a point
Not every question has a choice
Said I like going shopping on a Sunday morning
Just me in the store at the crack of dawn
While everybody else is yawnin' up at church
And these poor motherfuckers gotta work
Some of 'em smilin', some of 'em not
Some of 'em there, barely awake on the job
And I can't blame 'em, would never shame 'em
Given the wages that these motherfuckers pay 'em
They're busy stocking from the night before
Some try not to vomit from the night before
Stayed up a little bit late, maybe a little mistake
But at the time, shit, it was great
So, why would you ever go to sleep?
When you're hanging with your people and fuck that job, anyway
All day on your feet, seven days of the week
And you barely gettin' paid
Not every story has a point
Not every question has a choice
Sometimes you let the music play
And let it tell you what to say
Not every story has a meanin'
Not every moment has a reason
Sometimes you let the music play
And let it tell you what to say
Let the music play
I love the smell of diesel on a cold morning
Trucks around the back, busy unloading
The vegetables are fresh, no need to inspect
The deli isn't open yet, tomatoes lookin' red
Bananas lookin' ripe, like, what should I cook tonight?
It's fall in Michigan, just get a bunch veggies and some meat
Big ol' pot, put all that shit in it
And let it cook in all day, employee in my aisle
And she looks my way and says "how you doin', are you findin' everything?"
I notice on her finger is a brand new wedding ring
I said, "Yep, how you doin' today?"
She said, "I'm pretty great, last night I got engaged"
I gave her my congratulations and went on my way
Not every story has a point
Not every question has a choice
Sometimes you let the music play
And let it tell you what to say
Not every story has a meanin'
Not every moment has a reason
Sometimes you let the music play
And let it tell you what to say
Not every question has a choice
Said I like going shopping on a Sunday morning
Just me in the store at the crack of dawn
While everybody else is yawnin' up at church
And these poor motherfuckers gotta work
Some of 'em smilin', some of 'em not
Some of 'em there, barely awake on the job
And I can't blame 'em, would never shame 'em
Given the wages that these motherfuckers pay 'em
They're busy stocking from the night before
Some try not to vomit from the night before
Stayed up a little bit late, maybe a little mistake
But at the time, shit, it was great
So, why would you ever go to sleep?
When you're hanging with your people and fuck that job, anyway
All day on your feet, seven days of the week
And you barely gettin' paid
Not every story has a point
Not every question has a choice
Sometimes you let the music play
And let it tell you what to say
Not every story has a meanin'
Not every moment has a reason
Sometimes you let the music play
And let it tell you what to say
Let the music play
I love the smell of diesel on a cold morning
Trucks around the back, busy unloading
The vegetables are fresh, no need to inspect
The deli isn't open yet, tomatoes lookin' red
Bananas lookin' ripe, like, what should I cook tonight?
It's fall in Michigan, just get a bunch veggies and some meat
Big ol' pot, put all that shit in it
And let it cook in all day, employee in my aisle
And she looks my way and says "how you doin', are you findin' everything?"
I notice on her finger is a brand new wedding ring
I said, "Yep, how you doin' today?"
She said, "I'm pretty great, last night I got engaged"
I gave her my congratulations and went on my way
Not every story has a point
Not every question has a choice
Sometimes you let the music play
And let it tell you what to say
Not every story has a meanin'
Not every moment has a reason
Sometimes you let the music play
And let it tell you what to say
