MOG

When cryin' don't help you can't compose yourself

He said, "I think I'm cured, in fact I'm sure"
The sky, the trees, houses, buildings, even my own body
That's why I'm singin', baby don't worry, 'cause now I got your back

Just my nightstand and my dresser where those nightmares had just been
And we'll keep working on the problem we know we'll never solve
And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad, then we will wait for it to pass
And each person I encountered, I couldn't wait to meet

So that's how I learned the lesson that everyone is alone
Then I think we would see the beauty then, we would stand staring in awe

And to my surprise my eyes were wide and already open
I said, "There is nothing that I can do for you, you can do for yourself"
And your eyes must do some rainin' if you are ever gonna grow
So I dressed myself and left then, out into the gray streets

At our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges
And every time you feel like cryin', I'm gonna try and make you laugh
But everything seemed different and completely new to me
And I came upon a doctor who appeared in quite poor health
It's best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing
Or simple song of hope

So I sat with him a while then I asked him how he felt
Thank you stranger, "For your therapeutic smile"
He said "Oh yes you can, just hold my hand, I think that would help"
And I will keep you company through those days so long and black
But if the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall
Of Love's uneven remainders, our lives are fractions of a whole