Blue Moon Halls

We all got bills to pay

Blue Moon Halls, here we fall. Time to think again, ain't no time for planning ahead, made a terrible mistake, my life is mane made of bills to pay, ain’t it gay, living in such away, won’t you stay with me here? In these slums that I made myself dig in?     I have debts to pay, some far too great.

I don’t expect you to understand, everything thing seems so grey, Think I’ve dug my own grave, I’m something by trade, but I wouldn’t mind trading that away, for a blank slate.

If I started again, would you be brave to live through the same thing if there was no change? Not a dime to spend, but time to spend.

I wish I could see my classmates, seeing where they’ve seen and the stupid things they’ve done. Was it worth it? To get that A? Did it bring you happiness? When you had nothing to accomplish? When the world wasn’t giving you a grade? Tell me did it bring you far? In that interview with a major in English? How glad you are, knowing thing may never be the same? And that some things may never change? Have you found it? Have you found it? 

Blue Moon Halls, here we fall. Time to think again, ain’t no time for planning ahead, I've made a terrible mistake.