GREY DAY
(Timothy Brickley & David Rheins)
I will help you out again,
I almost believe that we are friends.
Don’t care what you want, I know you’ll be honest.
You’ve been down and out again
in love, again, with that wrong-kinda man and
there’s always another woman in the picture.
I’ve been trying to do right, to
not go crawling through that good night, but
you here in the dark, something keeps us together.
I can hear the worry in your face,
time’s caught up, it’s been following you real close.
We’re just running from inevitable.
It’s a grey day for your graduation.
Years later, nothing learned from the same sad situation, and
who will be around when the leaves are falling from the trees, and
the fishes leaves the sea, and
the time that you spent waiting is worth
nothing as you leave?
How long can this all go on?
The years are moving, try to find your place in the pages, and
remember when we used to read?
Who won’t you sell out when it all comes down?
Who do you trust with your defenses down?
Would you describe this as happy, or are your frightened?
We always sensed the setup was crazy.
Ethics hazy, spirit lazy.
I offer up our mis-spent youth as a reminder.
It’s a grey day for your graduation.
Years later, nothing learned from the same sad situation, and
who will be around when the leaves are falling from the trees, and
the fishes leaves the sea, and
the time that you spent waiting is worth
nothing as you leave?
Yes, that might have been the highest love you’ll ever find.
In the worst case we might never lover again throughout our time, and
no-one will be around when the leaves are falling from the trees, and
the fishes leaves the seas, and
the time we all spend waiting is worth nothing when we leave.
So, it’s a great day for your graduation.
Years later, you still might learn from that same, lost situation.
But there’s no promise offered as a reason for to be.
It’s either you, honey, or it’s me
It’s either settling up with settling down or
learning to live free.
Copyright 1993, Timothy Brickley & David Rheins
Jeff Chapin: drums.
Bill Moss: bass.
John McCool: electric guitar.
TB: acoustic guitars, vox.
