Dead American Writers - Tired Pony

Here’s to every time that you rocked the boat

Here’s to every word that you ever wrote

There were clues but it was never clear

You got to choose your own way out of here

If I could say anything, Be anyone

Do anything, see anything,

Say anything, be anyone,

Do anything, yeah

It would be this, it would be this

I’ve been waiting for the spark myself

But I’ve been scrambling in the dark for health

I have read your words a thousand times

All inspired by smashed up love and crime

If I could say anything, Be anyone

See anything, do anything,

Say anything, be anyone,

Do anything, yeah

It would be this, it would be this

I’ve been choking on the bones and tears

You are the smoking gun, the throne, the years

A broken heart won’t get you far enough

All beat up wading through the tar and rough

If I could say anything, Be anyone

See anything, do anything,

Say anything, be anyone,

Do anything, yeah

It would be this, it would be this