NEVER GO OUT OF MY WAY

(Timothy Brickley & David Rheins)

I don't know what happened to you long ago.

Dogs of a feather hang together, but a rabid dog tends to stray.

I empathize with your crossed wires, may even share your twisted desires

but I’d never go out of my way to see you fall.

Do you remember when you came to me on the outside looking in?

You pitched your tent, stole our shit, and hit the road again.

You never did nothing without an angle down below, like everyone else only so much more so

but I’d never go out of my way to see you fall.

    You can trash my songs, forget my lines,

    drink of my women and steal my wine,

    claw your way to the fucking top,

    but I’d never go out of my way to see you fall.

I guess it’s only a matter of a couple of degrees

between standing on your belly or crawling on your knees.

I remember you and your demos showing up at the door,

a bottle of Herradura at a quarter to four,

I cared for you when you didn’t know yourself, helped you become this somebody else

but I’d never go out of my way to see you fall.

    You can trash my songs, forget my lines,

    drink of my women and steal my wine,

    claw your way to the fucking top…

But the only one there will be you,

for awhile, you may even be happy, too.

It’s trues we always get what we deserve and

you got you.

We both got screwed.

    You can trash my songs, forget my lines,

    drink of my women and steal my wine,

    claw your way to the fucking top,

    but I’d never go out of my way

    I’d never go out of my way, no

    I’d never go out of my way

    to see you fall.

                                                                                                Copyright 1992, Timothy Brickley & David Rheins.