Michael McGuire Living The Life Lyrics

LIVING THE LIFE
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.


Well I’ve driven over twenty thousand bridges, but I still don’t know
how to build one, and I’ve touched a night sky full of dreams, and I still
don’t know how to feel one, and now the beginning is trying to
hitchhike to the end, but its like your closest enemy trying to be your
oldest friend, and I feel like the last leaf on the tree in november, but I
forgot what I was trying to forget and now I just can’t remember.
As life begins to make more sense living seems to make less, and I
have flown into heavens bedroom and watched an angel undress, but
sometimes I still feel so empty like passion’s a dry river bed and I’m a
dam, I know who I am I just don’t know where I am.
I was awarded a purple heart, but all my friends died in the war, well I
miss them every now and then but I don’t even visit their graves
anymore, well I know the lyrics to every song that’s ever been sung,
but these days find only silence on my tongue, and I still don’t know what I’ll do when I’m finally back into a corner, will I come out fighting
like a lion or just set there like little Jack Horner.
As life begins to make more sense living seems to make less, where
the hell could any of this lead is anybody’s guess, it’s a perfect world
full of god’s little sorrows, and today is full of excuses and tomorrows.
I’m not full of self pity, and I’m not full of hate, I just feel so out of
place, I’m just feeling my fate.
Well I’ve busted thru a thousand walls, but I still don’t know how to
open the door, and I’ve saved myself like a blushing bride, but I still
feel like some kind of a whore, and my heart is homicidal and my soul
is suicidal, and I really just don’t care no more.
As life begins to make more sense living seems to make less, and all
I’m guilty of is I just will not confess, I love this life but I hate this vain
parade, and I’ll tell you what will come from all this belief in a charade.
This.

nov 95