Story Behind The Song
My good friend once told me that everyone had a price about anything. I told him he was full of crap and then I wrote this song
Song Description
Everyone is sleeping, at least that's how it seems/ When we find our purple majesty but lose our field of dreams/ When we turn our own back to the feelings from within/ Just to sell all we are and we know we can't win/ And we feel like a star falling right out of the sky/ And we're no longer looking our friends in the eye/ And the truth it will hurt us sometimes it will cut/ When we start conversations we dare not discuss/ And we trade all we are but we pay much too much When we sell our one way ticket back to home
| Song Length |
5:01 |
Genre |
Folk - Alternative, Folk - Contemporary |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Serene, Troubled |
Subject |
Philosophy, Protest |
| Similar Artists |
Jackson Browne, Pink Floyd |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
There's a sign in my yard toda/ And it say "NOT FOR SALE"/ There are voices in the backround with their drinks they're telling tales/ There's a smoky trail around my head and though it isn't much it's not for sale/It never was