You and your big ideas
Taking your time with me;
Faithful as I faltered,
Steady as I stumbled,
A life line tossed in a boiling sea.
Whose dream was that
To parcel up my soul and pass the hat?
That's not a star that suits you much,
You lack that tender touch
That brings 'em back for more;
Drove your old man out the door
When you tried it on before.
You and your big ideas;
And now that the scars don't show
How does your garden grow?