Every Time

Every Time 2016-05-12T16:51:21+00:00

Well some people, they claim they never had a fair roll of the dice

They could be right

But that’s not me, see I was lucky and I had everything just fall in my plate

Call it fate if you want to

But for all the elaborate setup and manoeuvre

Being wheeled into position to deliver some saccharine punch to the guts

Of a world screaming out for whatever the hell they think it is that I’ve got

 

Every time I was given the chance to stand on my own two feet

Oh I fell

Yeah and every time I was given a chance to stand on my own two feet

Oh I fell yeah

Every time opportunity knocked on my door, I just sent it on straight down to hell

‘cause every time I was given a chance to stand on my own two feet, I fell

 

well some people, they imagine the disappointment must tear me apart

and break my heart

and presume that I’m disgusted by all the injustice I’ve seen

but that’s not me and I’ll tell you

that I bear no resentment to millionaire pub singers

barely literate poets and guitar store gunslingers

and I smile so politely at the well-meaning ignorance

of people who tell me I’m going to make it some day

 

Every time I was given the chance to stand on my own two feet

Oh I fell

Yeah and every time I was given a chance to stand on my own two feet

Oh I fell yeah

Every time opportunity knocked on my door, I just sent it on straight down to hell

‘cause every time I was given a chance to stand on my own two feet, I fell

 

well the sun’s going down on what’s left of today

and the tide drags what’s left of this moment away

and so I kick through the dirt and the red autumn leaves

and what I had and what I lost and what I still believe

and I have no regrets for the time that I’ve spent

barely paying my dues and barely paying the rent

for a simple pursuit of more honest a life

I don’t cheat on my taxes, I don’t cheat on my wife

Now the fire’s burning out and the walls closing in

And I’m dragged by the gravity into the sin

Of obedient service of some twisted machine

Blowing smoke in the faces of each little scene

Sent to form a distraction just to buy up some time

Misdirected by swagger and beats and by rhyme

Telling tales of a life you might one day attain

If you just keep your focus relentlessly trained

on the things you can get and not who you can be

nor the innocent dream of the sky and the sea

and the word and the truth and the spirit of man

and a history that promises one day we can

with a love for your brother and your sister and yourself

get there one day together in good cheer and good health

but it comes at a cost, yeah there’s a price that you pay

for a sweet, bold tomorrow you’ve got to give up today

it’s a sacrifice way beyond mortals like me

for an age that never was and never could ever be

so I don’t dwell on the past, I don’t rue my mistakes

and I’m proud that I never had whatever it takes

now I’m stood on the deck of this leaky old boat

with just the shirt on my back and the song in my throat

and I’m the luckiest boy on the face of the earth

‘cause I know about love and I know what it’s worth

so I’m not giving up and I’m not giving in

though I know it’s a fight that I’m not going to win

and I’ll still scream in the face of more powerful men

I choose this motherfucker and I’d choose it again

 

‘Cause every time I was given the chance to stand on my own two feet

Oh I fell

Yeah and every time I was given a chance to stand on my own two feet

Oh I fell yeah

Every time opportunity knocked on my door, I just sent it on straight down to hell

‘cause every time I was given a chance to stand on my own two feet, I fell