Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Its really too bad, he became a prisoner of his own past
He stabbed the moment in the back with the round thumbtack
that held up the list of things he gotta do
Its really, no good
He's moving on before he understood
He shot the future in the foot with every step he took
From the places that he's been cause he forgot to look
Well I guess you could say
That he don't even know where to begin cause he looked both ways but he was so afraid
Digging deep into the ditch with every chance he missed
And the mess he made cause hate is such a strong word
And every brick he laid, a mistake they say
That his walls are getting taller, his world is getting smallerlooks like he'd better staple it together, call it bad weather ?
jack johnson.
