Rustic Overtones Long Division
(D. Gutter) there's a pain in my heart... as it pumps blood through my veins so flows a little shame. I'll pull back on the reins a bit... cause on the flip there's a man with his aluminum can in an old wheelchair he sits I flip a coin into the wishing well I stop to wish him well There was hope once for us both as our long division grows failure upon failure made one mountain and one stones pray for my friend tonight because poor isn't that far from your middle class line long division takes it's time. There's too much daylight between all our pockets and our dreams so when you reach into your pocket reach down further than the seams to the leg that you could kneel down and beg upon; one day a prince and the next day a vagabond. I flip a coin into a wishing well this one's for you... -chorus- the depths of a man with water in his hand is shallower than sand if it's water he doesn't share this world's a low tide beach of lies and deceit some go hungry and some eat some are stupid and some teach I flip a fist full of coins into a wishing well now there is hope for us all. -chorus-
