A story about not so simple people
Justin Moon
This page contains my original music.
Story behind the song
Simple people and their simple problems seem not so simple when you look not so simply.
Lyrics
A bottle of tears crash to the floor in a simple mans
Cinder block house.
Wetting the fabric of her little black blouse
He loved it so much, She hardly wears it anymore
The worn violin in the corner doesnt cry anymore
Its where he left it before he walked out the door
Its unwritten songs trapped inside
Like the pages of their life,
Scribbled to the middle
But blank to the end
Blank to the end.
A cage of dreams is set free from the heart of a not so simple woman
She hardly has them anymore.
Funny how time got away, and all the times she thought that she couldnt wait.
She wonders what killin time is for
What killin time is for
A wave of heat in a cold room brushes against her lonely arm
Its hard not to wonder if its him
And even harder to believe because it hurts
And she cant hurt anymore.
A black dress hangs in the closet in her simple husbands cinder block house
She gathers the strength to say goodbyegoodbye
It doesnt matter that she never wore it because there next to it
Hangs a not so simple woman
Who couldnt take it anymore
She figured out what killin time is for
What killin time is for.
