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Good posture is a lost cause
And his pipe smoke
Is the only thing keeping him balanced on an ever-thinning tightrope
Cloaked in a blanket of grey that's here to stay
And the thought of resting them bones has been ushered away
That's the way the dice roll
Some days you win, and some days you fold
Sometimes, there is nowhere for you to go
Except left to deal with rising water on your own
Where are my heroes?
They're all gone.
Chasing girls around trees 'til the rain came,
Tried to interrupt it
But love wouldn't allow any weather to disrupt them
He found a partner to lay bricks with
And tried to keep calm but the unrest would never subside
Now, despite how it seems,
He raised a family long enough to see them all leave
No time to grieve, though, believe
See, the level of the sea
Ain't concerned with all those that have left you be
Even if the clouds aren't covering the sun
It'd be foolish to think all this work was fun
On his rooftop, laying these bricks one by one
For the one's in the know know the work's never done
And that's the way the dice roll:
Some days you win and some days you fold
Sometimes, there is nowhere for you to go
Except left to deal with rising water on your own
Hey, I own this place and I know these guys. If you don't buy this album, I'm gonna shoot you in the face. Figuratively of course. Album of the year! Evan Souza