Lara Herscovitch: listen
Fine Line
(Lara Herscovitch)
January 1, 2006
He was an exclamation point in a world of question marks
Waiting for all of us to straighten up and do our part
But easy came, easy went as guard reserve turned to permanent
Now the folks back home can’t pay the rent
And the banker’s perched looking quite content
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It’s a fine fine line
Big as a minute
Blind as a minute
Resigned in a minute
Defined in a minute
That fog she faces gets thicker everyday
Made molehills from her mountains and hoped they’d go away
Talks to herself, no reply – she sells Shakespeare as we walk by
Her dreams hitched a ride, left her alone
Now the place that we call crazy is the one that she calls home
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He was outmaneuvered and he slipped
Into complacency’s grip
Schooner stranded out at sea, his conscience back there on the beach
Drifts toward Transylvania bit by bit
Now he says bite me on the neck, get it over with
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