The Story... Lyrics

You write songs for a living, it's just what you do
I write songs to keep living, without them, I'm through
You keep the royalties and I'll just keep score
Of discoveries I've made while death's at the door
Been blinded by anger and learned quite a bit
Been crippled with sadness, enough to forfeit
Seen joy a few times, and found where it's from
But all I feel now is pure confusion

At the bare bedrock where my feet touched ground
I couldn't feel comfort, couldn't see or hear sound
I built a shelter with ashes of hope
And tied down the tent stakes to the end of my rope
Of course when I finished, I stepped back for a look
It appears I've built hell here, in heaven's last nook
The strength that I've gathered is no currency
The merchants of this world only barter with sanity

Looks like the end is never quite here
But I've galvanized me with sorrow and fear
And now the war's over, you've thrown down your guns
Where armies once stood, there stands only one
My armor's just rusting and gathering dust
I spent my life savings on this useless crutch
My legs were just fine, just tired was all
But now that I know, I've nowhere to walk


At the bare bedrock where my feet touched ground
I couldn't feel comfort, couldn't see or hear sound
I built a shelter with ashes of hope
And tied down the tent stakes to the end of my rope
Of course when I finished, I stepped back for a look
It appears I've built hell here, in heaven's last nook
The strength that I've gathered is no currency
The merchants of this world only barter with sanity

I miss nursery rhymes
and nap times
And rides on the bus
I miss snowballs
And roll calls
And gas for a buck
I miss recess
And lunchtime
I miss walking home
I miss
movies
And doobies
And drinking Patron
I miss boyscouts
And cartoons
And skating all day
I miss the good times
When all we
Could do was go play
I miss sleeping
And laughing
And getting new shoes
I miss Clinton
And Jesus
But most of all
I miss you