Two Parts

Like everything in life

It takes a bit of time

Not every day will go as planned

Not every boy grows up a man

The asking price

Was set too high

Took all the juice you had left

Drew all the air from your breathe

When there’s too much fire on your front steps

It’s creeping up your side

When that evergreen tree

Never catches sunlight

Honey we’re two parts of a whole

So when you’re feeling low

It’s my job to carry you through

It’s my job to carry you through

It’s alright to cry

In the firing line

There’s no warning when it strikes

There’s no end in sight

The half full glass

Was fumbled in the pass

Too much of the light was lost

Too many wheels came off

When the universe is a canyon

And the wind whips you around

Your feet are getting heavy

They’re stapled to the ground

Honey we’re two parts of a whole

So when you’re feeling low

It’s my job to carry you through

It’s my job to carry you through