You Gotta Love This

back where I came from
the streets were long and dry
cinderblock walls, they rose up
and the cars just whizzed on by

we were far from the center
like an outpost, like a dream
kind of like outfielders
who didn't have a team

i didn't use to know where i was
didn't know where i'd been
didn't know how to love
didn't know how to sin
lord, help me please
let me begin again

god said:
you gotta love this
cuz there's nothing else to love
you gotta find something
below or above
you gotta love this
cuz there's nothing else to love

used to be a farm
right down the street
made forts with the beanpoles
throwing dirt clods in the heat

they tore that old house down
and laid out the asphalt lanes
they took away the sunshine
made runoff out of rain

i didn't use to know where i was
didn't know where i'd been
didn't know how to love
didn't know how to sin
lord, help me please
let me begin again

god said:
you gotta love this
cuz there's nothing else to love
you gotta find something
below or above
you gotta love this
cuz there's nothing else to love

dad came home at five o'clock
time to run and hide
he was like a lion
full of angry pride

mom was on the cello
pulling on her bow
daddy needed loving
she just shook her head no

too many kids already
too many things we had to dodge
daddy hid his whisky
and his smokes in the garage

i didn't use to know where i was
didn't know where i'd been
didn't know how to love
didn't know how to sin
lord, help me please
let me begin again

god said:
you gotta love this
cuz there's nothing else to love
you gotta find something
below or above
you gotta love this
cuz there's nothing else to love

daddy got old and tired
grew sweeter with the days
i could see him shrinking
he'd say bye to us one day

i live in a new city
confusin' mess sometimes
lots of noise and thunder
man, i love the way it shines

i didn't use to know where i was
didn't know where i'd been
didn't know how to love
didn't know how to sin
lord, help me please
let me begin again

god said:
you gotta love this
cuz there's nothing else to love
you gotta find something
below or above
you gotta love this
cuz there's nothing else to love

back where I came from
the streets were long and dry
cinderblock walls, they rose up
and the cars just whizzed on by

we were far from the center
like an outpost, like a dream
kind of like outfielders
who didn't have a team

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Comments

Anonymous said…
Goddamn! You gotta love this, indeed. I'll sing this, if I can figure out a way to do it.

--Oscar