The unwanted life but expected
Life is a funny thingYou can plan out all things
All your dreams...
All of your needs...
All of your wants...
You will paint grand portraits of what you will be
You tell your self that everything will be...
alright
You don't expect the world
You only expect a perfect view of yourself
Like the small ranch house out on the hill with the white picket fence
Unfortunately old habits never go away
The village elder never forgets
and neither does life
One day you will sit down on the rusty old workbench
With your lunch pale in one hand and your tool belt in the other
wipe the sweat from your head
grab your aching back...
and realize all of your dreams...
all of your needs...
all of your wants
never came to present
You stand up stretch your back and smile
You think to your self "boy I saw that one coming"
You pick up your lunch pale and your tool belt
and you finish the rest of your shift
and keep on trying for that small ranch house up on the hill
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