Mr King

Good days, bad days, I've had a few of those Same old story-I know how this song goes At least, I did, but now I'm not so sure Nothing's in its place, nothing's certain anymore Birds fly, trees sway, why can't I be like that? Happy knowing what I am, in fact and leaving be? But truth has been obscured I am only human and I'm always wanting...more Oh, the world is a place and they say it's on our side But I wonder, is there comfort in those moments when we die? Now I see, Mr. King, that was in the books you gave me Which I read, disbelieving, thinking poets are depressed Oh, Mr. King, I have changed, I confess Oh, those good days I remember well: Tape on windows, wintertime was hell But it was fun, and people there were kind There was good work to be done, and I learnt to think my time And the world was a good place, and in days were where I lived I imagined life had purpose and I'd something good to give Mr. Cave played along on the battered hallway piano Oh, every love song a secret to be shared Hey, Mr. King, how I wish I was back there Now, I've got 10 things lined up on a shelf Reasons to be cheerful for myself I don't know why you're showing me the sky You say you see heaven I see hell, but want to try And the world is a place, and I pray it's on my side But I'd find greater comfort if I just lay down and died I don't know what's become of the girl who once knew sunshine What's become of the girl who knew sorrow but was strong? Hey, Mr. King you were right, all along Mr. King you were right Oh, Mr. King, you were right-I was wrong