Sorrow - Yowler

Ask me how did I get this far

And I’ll say «in the back of a car»

Writing pictures of what I want

Those ghosts do continue to haunt me

And every time I’m feeling low

I’ll listen to Neil Young

We’re all pissing in the wind

There ain’t nothing like a friend

If all we are is sorrow

If all we are is death

Then what?

Where do we go from here?

We dream of flowers in the air

But all life breathes with grief

And all they want is money

So try and we’ll pray

Just for one more happy day

And the asshole is dead

Well, he’s sleeping in his bed

If all we are is what we’ve done with this small stretch of time

If all we are is what we felt then I guess pain is mine

And I don’t know what else to say about the corners of my mind

But I just want to feel like there’s a point

To all these lines

So if we make it through these times

And more sorrow is all we find

I hope I can at least leave something behind

A small word or sigh that’d be fine