Andy Gullahorn
Andy Gullahorn
Andy Gullahorn
Andy Gullahorn
Andy Gullahorn
Andy Gullahorn
Andy Gullahorn
Andy Gullahorn
Andy Gullahorn
Andy Gullahorn
Andy Gullahorn
Andy Gullahorn
Andy Gullahorn
You can't help the world you were born into
Where you learned to walk with a limp that you didn't even
Know was there
You were taught not to dream 'cause there's no chance of it
Coming true
And to look with suspicion on anyone who seems to care
You don't know what to do with a good thing
Put the money in your pocket and run
You don't know what to do with a good thing
Favor is a foreign tongue
You've got friends trying to help, reaching out to you
But it's not adding up with the little you think you deserve
You're content with a loss 'cause
You've got nothing else to lose
So you burn every bridge 'till they can't reach you anymore
I have to imagine there was once life behind those eyes
I have to imagine that you didn't always force your smile
I hate to imagine what happened to that little child
That convinced you that goodness was too good to be true
Who knows what it was, maybe drugs had the final say
When you took any trust and pawned it like a wedding ring
Oh but there's so much more that I wish you would steal away
Like the mercy and peace and forgiveness you can have for free
You don't know what to do
Love is like a loaded gun
You don't know what to do with a good thing
Favor is a foreign tongue