Listen: “Elisabeth”
Well, life on life’s terms, it ain’t no helluva deal
Even with both hands on the wheel
It’s still a mighty rugged road we ride
Though we might re-invent ourselves
We don’t really be-come some-one else
And I’m here to tell you: tomorrow ain’t no place hide
Elisabeth, is it just the coffee talking?
As I struggle thru the fog of yet another brutal morning
I am wishing I was there with you in your sacred garden
Sipping from that cup of wisdom that we have come to share
Anything we choose to sing can and will be used against us
Oh, it’s a heartbreaking business
And we keep all hands on the plow.
Cause there won’t be no turning back
No shaving corners off these troubles
No lights in any tunnels and not a chance of digging out
Elisabeth, is it just the coffee talking?
As I struggle thru the fog of yet another brutal morning
I am wishing I was there with you in your sacred garden
Sipping from that cup of wisdom that we have come to share
Ah, Lizzie
Oh, a restless sun is rising on a melancholy morning
And the dawn of indecision has found me calling for ya
Elisabeth, is it just the coffee talking?
As I struggle thru the fog of yet another brutal morning
I am wishing I was there with you in your sacred garden
Sipping from that cup of wisdom that we have come to share
Sipping from our cup of wisdom that we have come to share
