Birthday Cakes

They told me to sit back and wait, for the other careers to blossom, to take,

For the other rockstars to graduate, you know me, it ain’t my style

But you know what I fake, it ain’t Thank You cards, or Birthday cakes

And when the time is short, the time is late, like a prince on the promenade

CHORUS:
You’ve been tried before, with the reasons you believe

Your smoking & broken heart, or the songs that it might sing

But I’ve been right behind, what left you there, the starting line, the beating drum, and the daily grind, and whatever clipped your wings

There’s a hole in the story it seems, running on other peoples dreams

Chasing the Kings and the Queens, of the country

What do you believe?  Look em’ in the eye like they’re listening

You might say, they don’t know what they’re missing

We both know its bold-faced fraud.

CHORUS
You’ve been caught before with a million different dreams

Keep strumming that old guitar, till you find out what it means

But I’ve been right behind, what left you there, the starting line, the beating drum, and the daily grind, and whatever clipped your wings


Bridge:

When it took

An oldie, and made it new

Could find the words if only, id had felt so lonely

To see them through

And write the hook

On this wood, these strings, this glue

Falling slowly, with eyes that know me, like you do

Or you used to do.