Goldie Hawn - Motherfolk

I burned my Sunday clothes

Thought I had found my gold

But here I sit, picking up the pieces

And I’ve given up my hope

replaced with will to cope

I lost my friends to drugs and drinking

I’m slowly slipping away

Is it sad to say I feel okay?

I’ve tried my changing

But God, I just don’t care at all

But God knows that I’ve been playing a fool

I’ve been staying up and torturing myself

And if I could, I would save my own soul

I would burn my cross, burn it to the ground

So I screamed my final words

Not sure they would be heard

But I packed my bags and I carried on

And now I stay up nights

Contemplating the value of one life

But like Eric told me, «Keep on keepin' on»

Am I broken, is there just too much to fix?

Like a puzzle who’s pieces just won’t fit

I’m sick of hauling myself in

To learn there’s just nothing that can be done

But God knows that I’ve been playing a fool

I’ve been staying up and torturing myself

And if I could, I would save my own soul

I would burn my cross, burn it to the ground

And I was too scared to face it

I settled for fool’s gold

Now I’m trying to make it worth something it’s not

But God knows that I’ve been playing a fool

I’ve been staying up and torturing myself

And if I could, I would save my own soul

I would burn my cross, burn it to the ground