Soul

My girl’s a sunflower bloom
lightin’ up an empty room
in this nine to five world
everybody’s always leavin’ soon

But we keep wearin’ down the day
and it’s almost worn away
And it seems like
there’s nothing to do and there’s even less to say

It comes back to the lies
the fact that we still rise
each day for nothing
to find a little

Soul
Baby don’t go
Baby it’s cold
but with neon lights
Don’t roll baby
take control baby
life’s a toll
and you pay as you go through the fights

My girl’s motion in poetry
my words flowin’ to the sea
drowin’ in
all of this old worker apathy

And she’s wearin’ her killin’ dress
and she knows I’ll settle for less
but it doesn’t change
the fact we’ve made ourselves into quite a mess

And it comes back to the lies
the fact that we still rise
each day for nothing
to find a little

[chorus]

I’m goin’ down
I’m spinnin’ around
I’m singing a pop song baby but
you’re the only sound

copyright 2004 Ian Foster