Holiday-Truth

Holiday - Truth The other night as I lay asleep I woke to the sound of the telephone ring I reached for the line and tried to be brave Because only trouble would call that late It could have been the whiskey It could have been the coke But either way he was losing his hope He asked me do I sit and think About the things I do and what they mean I said in life we all got a choice You gotta find your song You gotta use your voice Hold your breath and count to three If you know the words sing along with me Which side are you on my friend? Which side are you on? Will you throw your life into a shallow grave Or hold it up to the sun? We all wish we were younger then So we would have an excuse But we shot our mouths into virgin veins And the lies were a hundred proof Just another lonely evening What a way to spend a Saturday night Just remember that Sunday is coming And everything looks different in the light It’s a common sense of history From the notes we sing to the books we read From the writer’s pen to the dancer’s feet Somewhere in the middle we all meet It’s a tragic tale of industry From the wars we rage in the name of peace From a child’s laugh to a soldier’s fear Somewhere in the moment we all share It’s the nagging weight of urgency You and I have to change these things Or the ground will break beneath our feet And swallow up you and me and everything The truth hurts so this should be painless All you feel is a pinch in your spine Or the place where the rows of bones were Before you went and had a good time The devil has so many faces You never know which one he’s hiding behind Until the two of you take off your clothes And tell each other the sweetest lies Just another lonely evening What a way to spend a Saturday night Just remember that Sunday is coming And everything looks different in the light Which side are you on my friend? Which side are you on? Will you throw your life into a shallow grave Or hold it up to the sun? We all wish we were younger then So we would have an excuse But we shot our mouths into virgin veins And the lies were a hundred proof Just another lonely evening What a way to spend a Saturday night Just remember that Sunday is coming And everything looks different in the light