Song Description

Guitar rock with a soul..."Build it yourself."

Lyrics

There?s an offer on the table
And from where I stand
I can see the angels? faces
And the money changing hand
And the sale of my soul
It was easier than planned

(Well) Somewhere the answer?s hiding
And it?s waiting in the wings
In a holy box of dime store rings
And gumball machines
Dispensing shiny new American dreams

That ain't the way I imagined it would all work out someday
Gave up on easy solutions, they don?t work anyway
Life ain't a game show question, No prize behind that door
Take every day as given, then wake and take one more
So, Turn of your TV set
And Go outside & face the west
Close your eyes and take a breath
And when you?re free
Then build your own American dream.


Now there?s a picture here inside me
Of the way it?s supposed to be
And a ?paint by numbers? diary
Of the road from A to Z
Now all those complex connections
They seem so simple to me

But there?s a grace to that perfection
It takes a child?s eyes to see
Some kind of divine intervention
Another hand just turns the key
And in that one split second
I will finally be free

©1999 B. Dawson