Beautiful Stories from Saint Ain't by Rob Fetters

Beautiful Stories

Beautiful stories often end in tragedy.
That is why I’m on my knees praying.
If you won’t listen to me I will go away.
But someday you will hear the words I’m saying.
I’m back. On my feet again. Standing on solid ground.
My head’s above the crowd and I’m seeing.
When I left you my luck turned around.
You dragged my dreams into a dark submission.
When I woke up there they were again.
The lies you told were all sins of omission.
The ones who loved you took it on the chin.
But we’re back. On our feet again. Standing on solid ground.
Our heads above the crowd so we’re seeing.
When we let go our luck turned around.
I’m back.
Beautiful stories often end in tragedy.
That is why I’m on my knees, praying.
If you won’t listen to me I will go away.
But someday you will hear the words I’m saying.
Someday you will hear the song I’m playing.

• Adrian Belew
• Counting Crows
• Rock
• alternative
• guitar
• guitar pop
• Ohio