A Good Life: The Joe Grushecky Story Page #6

It's a smile, a joke, a song.

It's what someone does

that they like doing.

It's what someone does

that they like remembering.

It's the thinking of things

you may never do...

and the doing of things

you may never have thought.

It's the road ahead

and the road behind.

It's the first step and the last

and every one in between,

because they all make up

the good life.

Lately, words

awkwardly fall out of me

like your first at bat,

missing and all that.

And I can't seem to finish

a simple sentence,

a thought progression.

Guess I need not mention

when I stop to think,

I forget everything.

And you can't write it down.

It's no verb or no noun.

It's like a story told

before you ever felt old

or like a seventh sense.

Or is it coincidence?

Then we think we're torn

when really, we're just worn.

And when we understand

it's like some divine hand.

And as the days do pass,

nothing in nature lasts.

And I can't swallow it.

It just seems way too big to fit.

And when the darkness come

androgynous and numb,

say, "No more in '04."

Be like you're heaven's door.

Thank God for chance meetings.

Chances are our best things.

They're up there with ocean waves

and sleeping in all day

and staying up all night

and knowing you're so right

and oh, oh, oh,

oh, oh, oh,

oh, oh, oh, oh.

They're only words.

Just leave them out.

Ain't no cynicism

gonna get me down.

They're only words.

Just leave them out.

Ain't no cynicism

gonna get me down.

They're only words.

Just leave them out.

Ain't no cynicism gonna

get me down.

They're only words.

Just leave them out.

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.

Ah, ah, ah.

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