Ways and Means

music and lyrics by Mark Brut

The pot is boiling over
Spilled out on the stove
It's no hidden secret
You're feeling pretty low Remembering the days gone past
That you could clearly see
So brace yourself for this one
And repeat after me

CHORUS
You can't find a reason
That you can't find the ways and means to make yourself a change
Change another season
Look right in the mirror and not recognize your face

Through the desert driving
Sandstorm in your eyes
And in between the mileposts
You smiled and said goodbye
I hear the whispers linger
Some a little louder than most
They all say the same thing
Somewhere along the way you became a ghost

CHORUS

Used to have the world in the palm of your hands
Used to watch it all roll by
Now the well is dried up inside
So dry your eyes
Say goodnight
And don't you fear the light

CHORUS (x2)

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