In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Saturday, August 12, 2017
ask
I know your life is perfect
right on time
going as planned
money
job
apartment
entertainment on demand
but someday it's gonna crumble down
into grains of sand
and you're gonna need to hold
somebody's hand
you may think you're down and out
and not up to the task
but all you gotta do is ask
all you gotta do is ask
I know you got your burdens
but let me lay mine down, too
though now it's just a memory
I was once like you
I'd stand behind my foolish pride
to hide the pain I knew
and the more painful it got
the more I withdrew
you can say you can't make friends
and that smile's just a mask
all you gotta do is ask
all you gotta do is ask
I got my share of troubles, friend,
but tell me about your's
this world's touch
is hard and rough
and too tough to ignore
sometimes at night
I fold my hands
and my knees rest on the floor
I say to whatever's up there
"what is this sorrow for?"
you can panic
you can curse
but now you can relax
all you gotta do is ask
all you gotta do is ask
all you gotta do is ask
all you gotta do is ask
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