For Sale

Wouldn't you think that

I'd have it all figured out by now

That I'd know exactly what I'm dong

Wouldn't you think that I'd have a key

To open every melody and sing

Like it is all here at my feet

Wouldn't you think that

I'd have a life hanging on my wall

So I could prove that I'm alive

But these are just things I've been given

For a plastic way of living

And I'm not sure if that really is my style



The second hand it rolls on by

It never looks back to wait for mine



And if I fall any harder this time

If I dig any deeper Lord what will I find

Well you can buy my life on radio

And order me by mail

But not everything about me is for sale

No not everything about me is for sale



Wouldn't you think that

I'd have the strength to carry anything

And I could buy myself

A brand new set of hands

But sometimes like the others

I just ran away take cover

And I swear that no one really understands

The second hand that rolls on by

It never looks back to wait for mine




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