LYRIC FOR SALE

By Matt Osborne

American Spirits on Sunset boulevard
All tied up like a dog in a junkyard
Out of my mind chasing broken dreams
No matter where I look, nothing’s quite how it seems

The big book in my pocket
And whiskey on my brain
It’ll make a man go crazy
Drive a man insane

Standing at the crossroads
Not sure which way to turn
I know they’ve tried to teach me
Don’t think I’ll ever learn

Chokin down poison and lyin to myself
I think it might be time to put my dreams up on the shelf
Wishin that I was anywhere but here
Hands shakin, heart breakin, so full of fear

Time keeps on tickin
And I’m runnin out of good excuses
Feeling down and out
Hope nobody shows me where the noose is

I’m sure someday I’ll be on my way
But today’s not that day
For now I’m just trying to figure out
How to get through fear and overcome doubt

Standing at the crossroads
Not sure which way to turn
I know they’ve tried to teach me
Don’t think I’ll ever learn

Chokin down poison and lyin to myself
I think it might be time to put my dreams up on the shelf
Wishin that I was anywhere but here
Hands shakin, heart breakin, so full of fear

I made a promise to myself
That if I found myself here again
I wouldn’t make the same mistakes
And follow my own bad advice all the way to the end

But here I am again
And nothing’s really changed
There must be something wrong with me
My thinkin’s broken, needs to be rearranged

Standing at the crossroads
Not sure which way to turn
I know they’ve tried to teach me
Don’t think I’ll ever learn

Chokin down poison and lyin to myself
I think it might be time to put my dreams up on the shelf
Wishin that I was anywhere but here
Hands shakin, heart breakin, so full of fear