Life's Getting in the Way of Living - Steve Forde

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

Her daddy was a surfer, she grew up on the waves Her mamma was a waitress, down at "Tiki Dave's" She was born in July, took her first steps in the sand That's where she found her freedom and that's where it all began She's got a hula girl dancing on her dashboard On her ankle, there's a string of puka shells She leaves a trail of broken hearts along the seashore She's summer's little angel She's got freckles on her shoulders, tattooed by the sun Little white tan lines where her bikini runs She puts messages in bottles and sends them out to sea Asking for her true love, that's how she got to me She's got a hula girl dancing on her dashboard On her ankle, there's a string of puka shells She leaves a trail of broken hearts along the seashore She's summer's little angel Well, summer came and went, just like the perfect wave But I never will forget how she drove away With a hula girl on her dashboard, I bet right now She's got a hula girl dancing on her dashboard On her ankle, there's a string of puka shells She leaves a trail of broken hearts along the seashore She's summer's little angel Summer's little angel I bet right now she's got a hula girl Dancing on her dashboard Summer's little angel (summer's little angel) Summer's little angel (summer's little angel) I bet right now she's got a hula girl Dancing on her dashboard Summer's little angel

She, brushes the hair from her face Slowly she whops it away Looks up and says "if that's what you need Then take all the time that you want I'll take mine, it will hurt for a while But I know I'll survive I've heard it before It's the not first time somebody's walked out my door Saying they wanted more" I've been walked on a stone dumped and left home alone I've got holes in my heart, I've been used, torn apart I've been wasted, I've been wasted She gets in the car and she leaves Finding it hard to believe He used that same old "it's not you, it's you" She pulls in the drive, slams the door walks inside Gets a friend on the line and ... Says baby it is me, this ain't the first time Somebody's walked out my door Saying they wanted more I've been walked on a stone dumped and left home alone I've got holes in my heart, I've been used, torn apart I've been wasted, I've been wasted I've been wasted, I've been wasted I've been walked on a stone dumped and left home alone I've got holes in my heart, I've been used, torn apart I've been wasted, I've been wasted I've been wasted, I've been wasted She hangs up the phone Walks into the room, gets down on her knees Reaches under the bed where they used to sleep Grabs a full box of shells, but one's all she needs She heads to the top of the dresser the draws Where his jocks and his jeans and his girls magazine There in the corner she knows where it . And it's ... words, he stabbed in her back As she loads up the pistol, says this is revenge Says fk around make it simple, you won't do it again I've been walked on a stone dumped and left home alone I've got holes in my heart, I've been used, torn apart I've been wasted, I've been wasted I've been wasted, I've been wasted I've been wasted, I've been wasted I've been wasted, I've been wasted