flowers and weeds
I’m standing on the edge of desire.
I don’t know which way to fall.
I don’t know if I should retire
Or go for it all.
I can’t use experience.
Been burned in more than one way.
And I’ve felt the fire of passion
Just melt away.
And I don’t trust my instincts.
And I don’t trust what I think.
Neither was meant to work
Thirty thousand feet above the earth.
Words are shooting backwards
Trying to match up with deeds.
Something’s not in balance,
It must be flowers and weeds.
I’m not sure what that leaves me.
Except I’m staring into real pretty eyes.
And I’m standing on the ground.
My lost feeling is found.
That’s good enough for now.
And later too I expect.
I got a pocket full of folding money.
But you’re never free of debt.
It don’t matter none.
We’re all sailing on that ship.
You can go overboard any second.
You got to jump in real quick.
Words are shooting backwards
Trying to match up with deeds.
Something’s not in balance,
It must be flowers and weeds.