Nothin' For The Dead

Looking out at a solitary tree

Standing in a snowy park

Everything that lives gets battered

Everyday goes dark

Love is such a tender thing

But not everyone can bear up to a gilt

Some get hauled away to the graveyard

Wrapped up in gramma’s pretty quilt

A little boy is screaming in the corner

While his mama tries to soothe him on her lap

He’s dressed up just like his father

They’re both in matching baseball caps

From the cradle poured straight into the mold

It’s kinda sweet but kinda sad

Don’t be fooled, there is no separating

The good stuff from the bad

I’m all twisted up inside

Is there something left to learn here in this school

Where all my truth and all my fiction

Is facing off in a duel

The storyline I can read with my own eyes

Don’t fit the one that I’ve been carrying around in my head

Life is no respecter of persons

Even little childrens’ hearts get torn to shreds

And these waves of inspiration

Sure can be few and far between

Like a train that just won’t leave the station

They resist my plans and schemes

But I’m not holding back nothin’ anymore

And I’m done with being afraid of being bled

Use me up while I am living, Lord

Let’s not leave nothin for the dead

Use me up while I am living, Lord

Let’s not leave nothin’ for the dead