Wednesday, January 30, 2013

What's Up With That?

©2013 David Moody

My dancing skills are a standing joke
My whole life has been composed of mirrors and smoke
I'm just a facebook loner with nobody to poke
What's up with that?

My real estate - it's totally unreal
I only feel great when I don't know how I feel
Sometimes I find myself asking God: "What's the deal?"
What's up with that?

I get so wrapped up in the events of the day
I open up my mouth when there's nothing to say
I pick up my guitar when there's nothing to play
And play it anyway
You want a touch of perfection in your life
A little less darkness and a lot more light
Maybe another chance, so you can get it all right
And stay another day

We could all use a little more peace of mind
We try our hardest to find it, but I guess we're blind
And every morning our reality gets redefined
What's up with that?

He doesn't just exist - the curious soul who still believes
Another story like this...another trick up our sleeves
And when it's closing time, and nobody wants to leave
Somebody tell me...

What's up with that?

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