Somewhere in the after-thought of getting something done,
there lies a set of reasons too profound.
You run, and run, and run until you lose yourself in motion,
hoping that your actions won’t be found.
You’re looking for a sign and you think you’ve found the one,
but the feeling that is loosed is run to ground.
You’re standing in the rain where the sun is pouring down,
the king will sleep it off, while the Jester’s getting crowned.
There isn’t something new where there isn’t something old
And you can’t get satisfaction from the cold.
But the simple truth is this, if you haven’t had a kiss,
You won’t get any more than what is told.
We look at all our follies and we wish we hadn’t bothered,
But our wishes won’t get wheels put on our ride.
If we want a better outcome, then we have to work it out some,
And we’d better get a handle on our pride.
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