LYRIC FOR SALE

By Edward Kenny

THE DAY AFTER THE BLIZZARD,
WITH NEW SNOW ON THE GROUND,
THE WHITE PATH WAS UNTRODDEN
AND THERE WAS NOT A SOUND.

THEY TOOK YOU TO THE WINDOW
PULLED THE CORD ON THE BLIND,
THEY TOOK CARE OF YOU GENTLY,
THEY WERE SO WARM AND KIND.

WHEN YOU'RE IN THE FIRST INNING
THE GAME CAN SEEM SO LONG,
HOW BRIGHT WOULD BE YOUR FUTURE,
YOU WERE SO YOUNG AND STRONG.

THEN THE NEW DAYS OF SUMMER
SAW THEM FLYING A KITE,
THE STRING SLOWLY RELEASING
ON EACH DAY AND EACH NIGHT.

AND THERE WAS NOTHING OF VALUE (CHORUS)
THAT YOU WERE NOT ABOVE,
AND THEY GAVE WHAT THEY COULD GIVE YOU,
UNCONDITIONAL LOVE.

THEY DREAMED ABOUT TOMORROW,
HOPED TO NOT SEE YOU SAD,
YOU'D BE A GIRL LIKE MOTHER,
OR A BOY LIKE YOUR DAD.

A STRAIGHT AND NARROW VISION
OF LIFE IS PRONE TO TURN,
AND ALTHOUGH THEY WERE OLDER,
THERE WERE THINGS LEFT TO LEARN,

LIKE WHERE IS now THE TODDLER
WHO GREW UP IN A WINK?
and WHO IS THIS BLUE LADY?
WHO'S THIS MAN IN PINK?

BE WHAT YOU WANT TO BE,
YOU CAN STILL HERE THEM SAY,
WHAT WILL THEY SAY TO YOU
WHEN THEY SEE YOU TODAY?

FOR THERE WAS NOTHING OF VALUE (CHORUS)
THAT YOU WERE NOT ABOVE
AND YOU JUST HOPE THEY WILL GIVE YOU
UNCONDITIONAL LOVE.