it all ways seemed to me that its a simple affair knowing which way to head your feet which way to dip your hat to cast off that west wind seems like a logical kinda thing to know what kind of man is standing behind ya when you come up to bat and are counting on a fair shake
but wouldn't ya know it that just as you cross the fine line between all your yester-years mistakes and all the things you came to regret in hindsight you discover that the fine line is more like a razor blade cut dividing you from all the things you could change if you could and the man behind ya has got his eye on your wallet and position on your two car one kid garage
so you step back and take stock but even as you count life is pulling the slippery sands of possession slip through your fingers so your tally just don't make sense and you cant keep track of who's knives you have stuck in your back
it all ways seemed to me to be a simple affair of picking the right way to proceed but there are all ways three hundred things to know to every choice and none of em ever leaves me holding the girls **** hand hey serenity where the hell are you i wanna kiss ya no i don't i want to laugh with ya
seemed like such a logical thing to do but now i begin to see that no choice you make be the right one all the time