Standard (EADGBE)
3 times
Once a poet laid the world within his hands
He'd been around a time or two thought he'd understand
Once a woman felt the burning of a man
She laid him in her cross hairs and started home again
Where the bottles sit half empty
Next to suicide and sin
Their hearts a little darker by design
Chorus
I'm not crazy 'bout the world
I'm not crazy 'bout myself
I run around an open book
Making time for someone else
I lay my consciense on the line
And I can make the world a little colder if I try.
Once a levee lost the might for standing strong
Shattered under pressure that water swept along
Once the poet found his inspiration gone
He grabbed the wheel with both his hands just to keep him holding
on
To the bottle in the bedroom
And the promise in the dawn
His blood a little thicker over time
Chorus
Every evening with my back against the wall
Powerless to persecute, powerless to call
As the poet grappled for the meaning of it all
He rose a little wiser from the dust