© by Brett Dennen
When I heard the news my heart fell on the floor
I was on a plane on my way to Baltimore
In these troubled times its hard enough as it is
My soul has known a better life than this
I wondered how so many could be in so much pain
While others don't seem to feel a thing
Then I curse my wiseness and I get so d***ed depressed
In a world of suffering why should I be so blessed
I heard about a woman who lives in Colorado
She built a monument of salt behind her garage door
Where everyday she prays for all whom are born
And all whose souls have passed on
Sometimes my trouble gets so thick
I can't see how I'm going to get through it
But then I would rather be stuck up in a tree
Than be tied to it
Do do do do do
I know
There is so much more
I don't feel comfortable with the way my clothes fit
I can't get used to my body's limits
I got some fancy shoes to try and kick away these blues
They cost a lot of money but they aren't worth a thing
I want to free my feet from the broken glass and concrete
I need to get out of this city
Lay upon the ground and stare a hole in the sky
Wondering where I go when I die
When I die
When I heard the news my heart fell on the floor
I was on a plane on my way to Baltimore
In these troubled times its hard enough as it is
My soul has known a better life than this
I wondered how so many could be in so much pain
While others don't seem to feel a thing
Then I curse my wiseness and I get so d***ed depressed
In a world of suffering why should I be so blessed
I heard about a woman who lives in Colorado
She built a monument of salt behind her garage door
Where everyday she prays for all whom are born
And all whose souls have passed on
Sometimes my trouble gets so thick
I can't see how I'm going to get through it
But then I would rather be stuck up in a tree
Than be tied to it
Do do do do do
I know
There is so much more
I don't feel comfortable with the way my clothes fit
I can't get used to my body's limits
I got some fancy shoes to try and kick away these blues
They cost a lot of money but they aren't worth a thing
I want to free my feet from the broken glass and concrete
I need to get out of this city
Lay upon the ground and stare a hole in the sky
Wondering where I go when I die
When I die