Pleas - Widespread Panic

They say turn the bright lights on

And there you’ll find the truth

Here, open up this book

And now you’ll find the proof

It feels like a can of worms

Keep the lid on tight, and they say

Don’t let it get too bright

Don’t let it get too bright

Don’t let it get too bright

No, not this time

They tell me it takes sorrow, boy

To help you feel the joy

They say it takes poverty

To let you love a toy

Now you can’t have the good

Until you’ve shared the bad

Don’t let it get too sad

Don’t let it get too sad

Don’t let it get too sad

No, not this time, time

They say it takes hardship, boy

To let you love the rest

Sometimes underneath the load

Is where I show my best

Go, put your work clothes on

Go and leave your mark

And they say

Don’t let it get too dark

Don’t let it get too dark

Don’t let it get too dark

No, not this time