The Curate's Egg

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How many times have you got up
In the middle of the night
To consider all the roads you've taken
And then you come to realize
That it's all been one mistake
You can't sleep so you contemplate
All the differences between chance and fate
And your mind races 'round like a car
That has lost its brake

And then you done cracked it open
The curate's egg
And it was both good and bad, good and bad
And then you done cracked it open
The curate's egg
And you felt happy and sad, happy and sad

Your tired eyes are filled with up sleep
And still you can't deny the force
That's buried down deep
Gnawing at your weary soul like a rapid dog
How you long till you break out of your cocoon
How soon is now how now is soon
When you're cast adrift in a rubbery fog

Is it cream-filled or is it spoiled
Is it pure or is it soiled
You're sure that it's excellent in parts
Well you're not the one to complain
To point out an obvious stain
You can leave that to ones with all the smarts

You hope that somebody will understand and
All the things you do will earn a helping hand
And that sooner or later your ship will arrive
And when it does there will be buzz
They'll say I told you so because, because
You made them all feel so alive

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from This Lonesome Road, released January 4, 2017

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