ON THE SHOULDERS OF GIANTS
An old bum pushes a shopping cart that he stole from Winn Dixie parking lot.
It's 1:00 am and I'm on my way home.
I left there before it came to shouts, just in time to see him spit his
apple out.
Left your door and made a beeline for my own.
I tell you it's alright but I'm thinking fuck you anyway.
You blame you for breaking promises,
And I blame me for ever believing a word you'd say.
I got what I need but it's not with you,
And for what I want, I don't have the nerve.
So I guess again it comes down to I got what I deserved.
And oh, don't be afraid just look around.
Go on and say it, it's just a breath with a sound.
And oh, don't be afraid to fall.
When we're on the shoulders of giants after all.
You smile as if I had nothing better to do,
As if you were one of the chosen few,
As if there were nothing cooler than you.
Still I know you by touch and I know you by smell.
And I know you by ways too vulgar to tell.
See, I guess I know you a little all too well so that smile is fitting for
you.
And oh, don't be afraid to look around.
Go on and say it it's just a breath with a sound.
And oh, don't be afraid to fall.
When we're on the shoulder's of giants after all.