The Point (Live Session)

We tend to keep too much stuff around
Tossing shit out, I need more space
My daddy’s back gives him a hard time
You carry too much on your shoulders, I said

We humans all have to go away
One day your path is gonna cross you
Fight it, hide it, fear ain’t making me bend
And I would rather ask you

What’s the point of it ?
You screaming, you swearing, you hating but
What’s the point of it ?
When I love and I cry I embrace it and
That’s the hole of it, that’s the point
That’s the hole of it, that’s the point
The point of it all

Oh mama it’s a hard hard job, it’s a hard hard job
Oh mama it’s a hard hard job, it’s a hard hard job

Baby you don’t see with your eye
The one that’s always in your heart
You look at the others through your own flaws
But do you listen?
(No you don’t ever ever listen)

One day your path is gonna cross you, for sure
Need an answer to your anger but I won’t try
And I would rather ask

What’s the point of it ?
You screaming, you swearing, you hating but
What’s the point of it ?
When I love and I cry I embrace it and
That’s the hole of it, that’s the point
That’s the hole of it, that’s the point
The point of it all

Oh mama it’s a hard hard job, it’s a hard hard job
Oh mama it’s a hard hard job, it’s a hard hard job