So I Say—

-Damian Lester-

You’re on the tip of my tongue
Steady Risk of dropping off
Bow your trigger squeeze you gun
And don’t turn around for anyone

I’ve fallen into your song
Bread’s been broken…polished off
They all will say that you’re wrong
You’re no longer holding on

I won’t defeat myself
I will be the one to make it right
Or so I said
And so I say

You’re heading out on your own
Shiny dollars, paper thin
There are so many ways to fly
You just want to sink—sink or swim

Where did you think you would go?
Out to lunch in the undertow?
There’s nothing left to explore
What is it you are waiting for?

Your recreation’s got you
Stalemate upon a smoky sky
Or so I said
And so I say

I will entrust myself to
The one that’s looking through my eyes
Or so I said
And so I say

Damian Lester
© 2003 Hanged Man Music BMI