Sunday, January 18, 2009

Too Bad

Father's hands are lined with dirt
From long days in the field 
And mother's hands are serving meals 
In a cafe on Main Street 
With mouths to feed
 
Just trying to keep clothing on our backs 
And all I hear about 
is how it's so bad, it's so bad 

It's too bad, it's too bad 
Too late, so wrong, so long 
It's too bad that we had no time to rewind 
Let's walk, let's talk 
[Let's talk...]


You left without saying goodbye 
Although I'm sure you tried
You call and ask from time to time
To make sure we're alive
But you weren't there
Right when I needed you the most. 
And now I dream about it...
How it's so bad... and how it's so bad


It's too bad, it's too bad,
Too late, so wrong, so long 
It's too bad we had no time to rewind 
Let's walk, let's talk 

It's so bad, it's too bad, it's too bad 
It's too late, so wrong, so long 
It's too bad that we had no time to rewind 
Let's walk, let's talk 

[Guitar Solo]

Father's hands are lined with guilt
For tearing us apart
Guess it turned out in the end
Just look at where we are
We made it out... we still got clothing on our backs 
And now I scream about it... and how it's so bad, it's so bad 
It's so bad

It's too bad, too bad
Too late, so wrong, so long 
It's too bad that we had no time to rewind 
Let's walk, let's talk

It's too bad, too bad
Too late, so wrong, so long 
It's too bad that we had no time to rewind 
Let's walk, let's talk

Long time... let's walk... let's talk
[Guitar]

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