Derek Webb Good Grief
Are you tempted to believe that you don't have a choice
You've been screaming off your head and now you've lost your voice
That you inherited the curse and everything your daddy said
It's compounding like a chorus or the interest on your debt
It's not funny how momentum can tell a lie to your face
And before you know it there's a bet on every horse in the race
And sunk costs are loading up your gun
It wasn't wasted time, not a wasted dime or a tear
It's such a sweet relief
Such a good, good grief to get here
No hills on which to die, no reason and no rhyme
Just chaos coming down and the meaning we assign
And that's not nothing, oh it's kind of everything
It's the scars that I can finger
It's a song that I can sing, it's the way her hair falls around her face
It wasn't wasted time, not a wasted dime or a tear
It's such a sweet relief
Such a good, good grief to get here
For every season there's a burning sun breaking through
It puts the shadows underneath your feet
If you move to the rhythm of its crashing love
It wasn't wasted time, not a wasted dime or a tear
It's such a sweet relief
Such a good, good grief to get here
