Lyrics – Report Cards

It’s been years and I’m much the same
Playing this head in clouds game
I still have a posture comfortably split
Coats too large and long since fit

My back still aches and my necks stiff
Words on paper this medicating riff
Still alone seeking vacant places
Dead heroes with whited out faces

Moon over me to take and hold
I still don’t listen to what I’m told
Problems I haven’t yet weeded out
Here I remain on this wooded route

Never carried so my knees are weak
Relying on you to rely on me
I’m just out here chasing a calling
Don’ t like flying because of falling



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