Mourning

Music & Lyrics by Steve Simpson
All rights reserved/copyright 1992 (from Disarming Corruption)

Sometimes I think that nothing is real
And the pain that I feel is only a hole in my soul
Everything's linked but the chain is broken
Lie here smoking, crying over nothing at all, nothing at all
And when I drink it's all foggy and clear
Keep running in circles year after year, 'til we fall, 'til we fall
If I had the money, yeah, I'd buy you a beer or a house or something
But you know I don't got it so you just walk blind eyed past me
You used to love me but it's perfectly clear you're not sure now
Life would be great if you were only as big as you talked

But hey, it's Friday night
Let's dance under the street light
And drink our problems all away
'Cause tomorrow is a brand new day
And we'll talk about it when the mourning comes
When the mourning comes
When the mourning comes

Travelling down this road so long
Can't even tell who's right and who's wrong anymore
We used to lie and watch the stars and dream our dreams
But now they only poison our souls

But hey, it's Friday night
Let's dance under the street light
And drink our problems all away
'Cause tomorrow is a brand new day
And we'll talk about it when the mourning comes
When the mourning comes
When the mourning comes

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