Holding out a thankless hand For the millionth time Not a smile or a friendly face Anywhere I find Moving to another task Carry more than I can hold Too many promises to keep But I'll never fold There's too much to do Got no time for fun Got everybody's jobs to do With all my own undone Giving all I have Heart open much too wide Need to find some refuge now But there's no place to hide No time for myself But I can't deny That's the flow when you can't say no But that's the story of my life Picking up the pieces A million pieces or more Who knows why I trust so much Or what I do it for? Broken expectations But never broken hearted Give me the chance to trust again I'll be right back where I started Got so much to give I give it all away When will I have nothing left I'm sure I'll know someday Once again I'm left With the drain and drudge Will I always take the fall? Time will be the judge Once again a fool Of my own design I've got to learn or keep getting burned But that's the story of my life Standing on the cliff edge Staring at the sun Sitting on the barrel Of a loaded gun I walked myself to the cliff edge I chose to stop and stare Filled the chambers of the gun myself And aimed it you-know-where Plowing through the maelstrom No place to hide Looking for a place to rest But I'm always self-denied Maybe now the lesson learned Is to master my own soul No one's gonna rescue me It's time to take control Standing at the fork I see A million ways to go Which way is the best of all How can anyone know? Overwhelmed by options Don't know what to choose Any road that I might pick Could be win or lose Got to move ahead Can't turn back now Got nothing to go back to And I wouldn't know how So many miles I've been Still need to go so far Who know where these roads will go Or where the best roads are Got to move ahead But I can't decide I don't know which way to go But that's the story... But that's the story... That's the story of my life
copyright 1998, Rick Thorne (Mea Culpa Productions)
