The river says,
"I killed a girl today"
She didn't know how to swim.
The montain whispers,
"A man froze away"
He climbed too high.
We find our keys
We think we're
Entitled to open doors
But we fail to read the warning signs
How many times
We ask ourselves
How many fall behind
When the rest follow our paths
Oh, well it does take a certain kind
To draw a line
And cross it.
The stairs say, "he shouldn't have tried"
too old to do such a task.
The vehicle explains, "he shouldn't drive"
when he's had one too many sips from his flask
We tell ourselves we've done it before;
We think it won't matter
If it's one more time
Until that one becomes our last.
When clouds fade
and trees sway,
And breezes are only soft
When those waves
are a part of happy days
and drinking is all good fun
If you have the key don't take advantage
'Cause unlike a cat
with nine lives,
We only have one.
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