A track about an everyday story of love, addiction and superficiality (set in D major)!!

Think driving rhythm, played on a six string acoustic.....


Human Doing


Driving home from your place, late last night,
I couldn’t see the road ahead.
I wondered if you saw
The feelings I had for you,
As we lay there in your bed.
 
Please don’t feel condemnation;
‘Cos if you’re shallow, I am too.
All that I’m saying, honey, is once in every while,
I rise above the things I do.
 
Look beyond the clothes I’m wearing;
Beneath the surface that you see,
There’s a heart of love, that’s beating for you baby;
It’s just the man I’m trying to be.
 
 
I stand in awe of all the things that you accomplish;
You’re a woman on the move.
But I have to ask you honey, does your own desire drive you,
Or is it what you’ve got to prove?
 
Running faster every day (to keep on doing),
Doing and being you confuse,
Your weekend guilty offering, to your crying inner child,
Another pair of Jimmy Choos.
 
Look beyond the clothes I’m wearing,
Beneath the surface that you see,
Read between the lines of songs I’m singing to you, honey,
And be the girl that you were meant to be.
 
 
We both look down, on the crack-whore on the corner,
But she’s just like me and you;
Turning tricks to get her fix, caught in a cycle of addiction,
It’s not what she would choose to do.
 
She needs her line; I need my Gucci and my Beamer,
We like to think we’re in control.
Do you ever find the time to stop, and ask about the price you got,
On the day you sold your soul?
 
Look beyond the clothes I’m wearing,
Beneath the surface that you see,
Every now and then, I question where the hell I’ve been,
And I become the man I was meant to be.
 
 
 
© The Prophet Margin 2007