(Teri Wilder © 2002)
LAST TIME I SAW JANIE SHE WAS SO DAMN HIGH
I COULDN’T PULL HER FROM THE FLOOR
I COULDN’T PULL HER FROM THE SKY
JANIE’S STORY ENDED ON AN OLD ABANDONED FARM
THEY WENT LOOKING THROUGH THE HAYSTACK
FOUND THE NEEDLE IN HER ARM
OH, NO MY, MY, MY, WHAT A MESS
LAST TIME I SAW BILLY HE WAS RASING HIS HAND
THE LESSON THAT HE LEARNED
HE SWORE HE HADN’T PLANNED
BILLY’S STORY ENDED WHEN THE WORDS GOT ROUGH
AND A HUNK OF LEAD SAID,
“BILLY BOY, SHE’S HAD ENOUGH”
OH, NO MY, MY, MY, WHAT A MESS
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I SAID, OH, NO WHICH WAY TO GO
YOU WANT A HAPPY ENDING, GOTTA TAKE IT SLOW
I SAID, HEY, HEY I GOT ONE THING TO SAY
LIVE INSIDE THE MOMENT AND YOU’LL BE OKAY
LAST TIME I SAW ROBERT, HE WAS HITTING THE SURF
LOOKING FOR RELATIONS ON A VIRTUAL TURF
ROBERT’S STORY ENDED ON HIS FRONT HALL STAIRS
WITH A NOTE CLUTCHED IN HIS FIST THAT SAID,
“NOBODY CARES”
OH, NO MY, MY, MY, WHAT A MESS
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BRIDGE
TAKE ON THE DEMONS … FACE DOWN THE FEAR
TUNE INTO SHANGRI-LA … WATCH THE WATERS CLEAR
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