Saturday, June 10, 2006

Solomon's Game

Rake the leaves off cobblestones
Or scratch the chalkboard
Familiar sounds, I hear them every night
When you grind your teeth in troubled sleep
And dream of home
And lonely children growing up alone

Walk the dog, a tree-lined road
Philadelphia autumn
Little half-brother and sister tag along
Their Ma and Pa are over at the courthouse playing
Solomon's game, deja vu, been here before

CHORUS
Just look out on the bright side, oh my darling
You've always been a half a smile away
But you've carried broken glass inside your pockets
Blood on hands on eyes obscured the way

Shattered mirror, hide the pieces
Don't let them see
Take the bad luck as it were your own
Carry it with you all over just to be sure
Those shards will never cut them at the core

CHORUS

So look out on the bright side, oh my darling
You've always been a half a smile away
But you've carried broken glass - just let it pass
And look out on the bright side, not the past

So look out on the bright side, oh my darling
You've always been a half a smile away
But you've carried broken glass - its time to let it pass
And look out on the bright side, not the past
Look out on the bright side
Look out on the bright side
Look out on the bright side
The bright side
Look out on the bright side
Look out on the bright side
Look out on the bright side