Shoulders

I tried to write the perfect song

to let you know that I was wrong

and fix the bloody hole in the roof

where the hammer fell...

my shoes they fall in foreign places

looking for my other in a sea of faces



a girl and a boy in the corner

where the hammer fell



Sometimes i wonder...

Is there someone there to carry

you on there shoulders

for just a little longer



I was stuck stuck stuck in the past

I saw you at amoeba and we fell so fast

but fairy tales always fade

and the bruises last

I finally wrote the perfect song

I played it in my bedroom all night long



I thought of you but I couldn't call

and the hammer falls



Sometimes i wonder...

Is there someone there to carry

you on there shoulders

for just a little longer



At twenty five I bought a sampler when my

band broke up- I thought I lost my spark

that old reaper left it's mark



Sometimes I throw myself around...



Sometimes i wonder...

Is there someone there to carry

you on there shoulders

for just a little longer