Life's for the Living (Acoustic Version) - Passenger

Well, grey clouds wrapped round the town like elastic Cars stood like toys made of Taiwanese plastic The boy laughed at the spastic dancing around in the rain While laundrettes cleaned clothes, high heals rubbed toes Puddles splashed huddles of bus stop crows Dressed in their suits and their boots, well, they all look the same I took myself down to the cafe to find all The boys lost in books and crackling vinyl And carved out a poem above the urinal that read Don't you cry for the lost Smile for the living Get what you need and give what you're given Life's for the living, so live it Or you're better off dead While the evening pulled the moon out of it's packet Stars shone like buttons on an old man's jacket We needed a nail but we tacked it 'til it fell of the wall While pigeon's pecked trains, sparks flew like planes The rain showed the rainbows in the oil stains And we all had new iPhones but no one had no one to call And I stumbled down to the stomach of the town Where the widow takes memories to slowly drown With a hand to the sky and a mist in her eye, she said Don't you cry for the lost Smile for the living Get what you need and give what you're given Life's for the living so live it Or you're better off dead Well I'm sick of this town, this blind man's forage They take your dreams down and stick them in storage You can have 'em back son When you've paid off your mortgage and loans Oh, hell with this place, I'll go it my own way I'll stick out my thumb and I trudge down the highway Someday someone must be going my way home 'Til then I'll make my bed from a disused car With a mattress of leaves and a blanket of stars And I'll stitch the words into my heart with a needle and thread Don't you cry for the lost Smile for the living Get what you need and give what you're given You know life's for the living so live it Or you're better off dead Don't you cry for the lost Smile for the living Get what you need and give what you're given Life's for the living so live it Or you're better off dead

A boy is born in hard time mississippi Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty His parents give him love and affection To keep him strong moving in the right direction Living just enough, just enough for the city... ee ha! His father works some days for fourteen hours And you can bet he barely makes a dollar His mother goes to scrub the floors for many And you'd best believe she hardly gets a penny Living just enough, just enough for the city... yeah! His sister's black but she is sho'nuff pretty Her skirt is short but lord her legs are sturdy To walk to school she's got to get up early Her clothes are old but never are they dirty Living just enough, just enough for the city... um hum Her brother's smart he's got more sense than many His patience's long but soon he won't have any To find a job is like a haystack needle Cause where he lives they don't use colored people Living just enough, just enough for the city... Living just enough... For the city... ooh, ooh (Repeat several times) His hair is long, his feet are hard and gritty He spends his life walking the streets of new york city He's almost dead from breathing in air pollution He tried to vote but to him there's no solution Living just enough, just enough for the city... Yeah, yeah, yeah! I hope you hear inside my voice of sorrow And that it motivates you to make a better tomorrow This place is cruel no where could be much colder If we don't change the world will soon be over Living just enough, stop giving just enough for the city!!!! La, la, la, la, la, la, Da ba da da da da da da Da da da da da da Da da da da da da da da da (Repeat to end)

A boy is born in hard time Mississippi Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty His parents give him love and affection To keep him strong moving in the right direction Living just enough, just enough for the city... His father works some days for fourteen hours And you can bet he barely makes a dollar His mother goes to scrub the floor for many And you'd best believe she hardly gets a penny Living just enough, just enough for the city... His sister's black but she is sho 'nuff pretty Her skirt is short but Lord her legs are sturdy To walk to school she's got to get up early Her clothes are old but never are they dirty Living just enough, just enough for the city... Her brother's smart he's got more sense than many His patience's long but soon he won't have any To find a job is like a haystack needle Cause where he lives they don't use colored people Living just enough, just enough for the city... Living just enough... For the city... His hair is long, his feet are hard and gritty He spends his love walking the streets of New York City He's almost dead from breathing on air pollution He tried to vote but to him there's no solution Living just enough, just enough for the city... I hope you hear inside my voice of sorrow And that it motivates you to make a better tomorrow This place is cruel no where could be much colder If we don't change the world will soon be over Living just enough, just enough for the city!