Sometimes I cannot find the words
and don't know how to say
the things my heart is feeling
about life that comes my way

I miss you more than I know I should
and that scares me a lot
But I don't know if I should tell you
of if its better I do not

And other times I want to tell
my friend who's in such pain
That they can call me night or day
to get shelter from the rain

But why is it, with an empty page
the words just tumble out
And yet when faced with people
I hide behind self doubt

But once you get know me
thats if you stick around
I will bare my very soul to you
like a plow rips up the ground

I walked along the beach one day
and found a rusty lamp
I picked it up and rubbed it off
to wipe away the damp

And suddenly this little man
fell out upon the floor
looked up and started cursing me
"what the hell d'you do that for?!"

So I apologised and picked him up
'fore he got eaten by a fish
and in return said to me
for that you've earned a wish

I wished something that's not for me
but for a freind who's lucks been poor
and so impressed was the little man
he said for that you can have one more

So I wished again for someone else
who's lot is worse than mine
and again the little fellow
repeated his last line

But this time round my wish was such
that it would also do me good
A little more self serving
and a bit less Robin Hood

But again he told me I'd get one more
and I felt a bit confused
Is there going to come a time
when my turns have all be used

He said to me he didn't know
but things could be much worse
One fella left him on the ground
for that he got a curse.

His curse was to live in a lantern
and float from shore to shore
until he finally found someone
Who was rich but also poor

Then he asked me for twenty bucks
I told him ten was all I had
but he was welcome to it anyway
if it helped I would be glad

So he took my ten and hailed a cab
that just happened to be driving past
with a squeal of tires and a puff of smoke
they both took off really fast

I tried to dismiss it from my mind
as a weird daydream at best
But then when I got home
at my door, was a little wooden chest

The note on the box said well done you
you truly are mankinds friend
This token of our appreciation
means you'll never be poor again

I've still got the chest here somewhere
and the level seems never to drop
but I have pretty much all I need
so there's gold right up to the top.

My life is a spiral of debt and despair
The pressure upon me is too much to bear
So I sit in my bedsit surrounded by bills
In one hand a bottle, the other, some pills
And I think to myself, has it really come to "this"?

I cant live with the shame of the things that occured
It was not meant to happen, I give you my word
Now I stand on the cliff and look down at the sea
And it feels like the only way out for me
And I think to myself, how did it ever come to "this"?

I once had a job and life was so sweet
Then it all went wrong and now I live on the street
I've fallen so far that I beg with a cup
My life is worth nothing, nothing to give up
And I think to myself, how can I carry on like "this"?

Think not of the why or the hows or the pain
There are people to help you start over again
There are friends out there that you've yet to meet
Who's purpose in life to give you new feet
To stand on your own and start over again
just so that you know "this" is not how it ends

Our love blossoms without water
Our love blossoms without rain
Our love blossoms when we say goodbye
Until we meet again

Our love blossoms from the words we say
The feelings we let show
May our life become a garden
Where such blossoms always grow.

I struggle to see the reason
our paths were meant to cross
Initial hopes that gave me joy
now leave me filled me with loss

Surely disappointments lesson
is one I've truly learned
Just take a look inside my heart
to see the scars I've earned

To show me I can love again?
I don't see how it can be that
If so you'd think my path would cross
with one who loved me back

So if you have some insight
or know what its all about
Please speak up and don't be shy
tell me what its all about.

I wish we wore no poppies
to remind us of our loss
No annual parade
at which we count the cost

I wish we'd gotten smart enough
to see nobody wins a war
Instead we let our minds be washed
over what they're fighting for

And fifty, sixty years from now
they'll ask what it was about
And we'll struggle to remember
of that I have no doubt

But it seems for now the past
holds a lesson we won't learn
Because frankly there's more profit
in watching the world burn

I always feel so lost
no directions know my name
I have no clue whats going on
each path looks just the same

My life is lived in free fall
always out of control
I spend my time avoiding things
that come too fast for me to hold

I yearn for some stability
in my life and in my work
and yet I'm doomed to sabotage
any hope, Im such a ****

I don't know how it came to this
I'm just a normal guy
But I truly have nothing to show
for the forty years gone by.