My soul has known a better life than this
Where everyday she prays for all whom are born
I got some fancy shoes to try and kick away these blues
I need to get out of this city
Than be tied to it
I heard about a woman who lives in Colorado
And all whose souls have passed on
I know
I can't see how I'm gonna get through it
Sometimes my trouble gets so thick
Lay upon the ground and stare a hole in the sky
She built a monument of sorts behind her garage door
I wanna free my feet from the broken glass and concrete
I can't get used to my body's limits
In a world of suffering, why should I be so blessed?
But then I would rather be stuck up in a tree
There is so much more
They cost a lot of money but they aren't worth a thing
I don't feel comfortable with the way my clothes fit
Then I curse my wiseness and I get so damned depressed
While others don't seem to feel a thing
I wondered how so many could be in so much pain
In these troubled times it's hard enough as it is
