Half Hearted Hero For The Firing Squad
She phoned home hoping not to blow
this out of proportion, but she let herself down
and couldn’t keep the tears off her cheeks.
She’s been losing sleep for weeks and her spirit’s
losing ground.
The spirit is a bone and it breaks if you’ve a heart of
gold,
but it takes more than what I’ve told. Love is all this
girl has ever known.
She’s miles from home and on her own, but she’ll reach
for a hand to hold
like you’ll stare at the sun for warmth in the bitter
cold.
You’d better keep your cool.
When those tables turn, shit can get cruel.
It’s not always easy to relieve the weight
that’s been building up for years.
You see, the gears are in motion
like they’ve always been but now it’s clear.
And the clear sky rolls the clouds
past the horizon and over the ocean.
There are sounds we’ve never heard, there are terms
you’ll never learn,
but you’re expected to play along like it’s your job.
And it’s contingent upon
your attention to detail. Yes, the devil’s in the
details,
but we may as well all have horns and tails if this
train derails.
We are drowning in the same boat,
fighting the flood to stay afloat
while we empty the hull of the treasure
that’s a burden in measure.
