Life Is So Much More than Saturday Night
Posted by bretthperkins on February 8, 2010
What happened to your focus, your drive, and your ambition?
You have your sexy car, but babe, it’s missing its transmission.
How do you think you’re gonna get from where you are to there?
With something that lacks meaning: two lungs that can’t breathe air.
It makes no sense, you’re so damn dense. You fail to comprehend!
That all this shiny extra stuff is really just pretend.
And when you leave and see this world for what is really there,
I hope that you will have the strength to glance beyond the stare.
Coming back at you from the mirror as you look toward the wall
And smile at the shirt you bought, before you knew that all
Is nothing more than the shirts you buy, or dancing with that guy
Before you know it, time is gone, and you’ll have to say good bye,
And walk into your home, alone, and cry yourself to sleep.
Because you know that your whole life all you have been is cheap.
How do you think you’re gonna get from where you are to there?
Your life, your goals, they’re all gone now. I know. It isn’t fair.
