All the happy couples on their way to new orleans Reminding me of when we got along They're only renting time and space to fill up with their dreams And dreams are what they'll have when they have gone
How could it be that I was born without a clue to carry on And still it is the same now I am older Armed with just a will and then this love for singing songs And minding less and less if I am colder
But I have this funny ache and it's burning in my chest And it spreads just like a fire inside my body Is it something God left out in my spirit or my flesh Would I be saved if I were brave and had a baby
It was never clear what would come but that's the risk and that's the test And you were the only one so far to follow And no one talks about when one might stop and need to rest Or how long you sit alone before you stop looking back It's like you're waiting for godot And then you pick your sorry ass up off the street and Go...
And what the hell is this? who made this bloody mess? And someone always answers like a martyr Is it something you should know, did you never do your best Would you be saved if you were brave and just tried harder
So now I ride the ought one thirtyfive to new orleans I float a mile above life's toil and trouble A thousand lonely lifetimes I still wait and then go on A clown to entertain the happy couples
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