Matchbook Song
Graham Lindsey
capo IV
This ain’t no love song
This ain’t organized and scripted happenstance
This ain’t no ordinary radio selling straining for amends
It ain’t this and it ain’t that
This ain’t no sideshow striped out college vomit dance
It’s just a song
This ain’t Kansas and this ain’t Maine
This ain’t the stuffing in a scarecrow wearing nothing but the rain
This ain’t no cheap and dismal trick or treat di-ag-nosed in a day
It’s what you want, so you say
If you need something more then I’ll be on my way
It’s just song
Chorus I
So here’s your posies, here’s my tray
What I hope we live long enough to see a better day
This ain’t forever, there’s no such thing
This ain’t no frantic rag a-waiving for attention in my dreams
This ain’t political masturbation masquerading as a theme
Ain’t no psychology blowjob for a scream
It could be you or it could be me
But it’s just a song
Chorus II
So here’s your hook and he’s my line
I apologize, I couldn’t kill enough to you with rhyme
But I promise while these words may not resound
I’ll always be here even if my heart is wrong
With just a song
Bridge
When we are strangers
and there ain’t no better place that we can go
This ain’t no sensational and cataclysmic centuries show
No high tech prophecy of doom or gold
I’m only trying find the right road
It’s just a song
Chorus III
So here’s the hook and here’s my line
There ain’t nothing at the end, but it’s sinking all the time
Well this can’t be the only way back down
But it’s the only way I’ve got to reach the ground
With just this song