a future in marriage

Another man wearing his father's clothes

Uncomfortably awkward on the edge of his life

Like the tallest tree he continually grows

though he only grows more dead inside

With the loss of all his hopes and dreams

the shoes his father left get heavy

He'll go home and in sillence scream

Tell himself this time he's ready

 

Why do we try so hard to match each other?

why can't we be second best, a need to be better?

I just wish sometimes

people would be satisfied

with just being alive.

 

Another woman sees the homemaker on tv

Spends her time trying to become her very best

Sees the loving wife and kids in the movie

Feels any empty echo that will never be impressed

With the loss of all her self esteem and silly hope

she keeps on cleaning to releive her ache

Though the family continually makes little jokes

They never recognize the insufficeint pain

 

Why do we try so hard to match each other?

why can't we be second best, a need to be better?

I just wish sometimes

people would be satisfied

with just being alive.

 

And they'll lie in bed tonight

tell each other it's all alright

And they'll lie in bed tonight

Tell each other it's all alright