From the recording Hammers and Bones
© Copyright Amanda Rose Birchard, April 2000.
Lyrics
You’re counting all your angles
Hanging your laundry and contemplating the better route
You’re starting to dry up
Fix your position
Flex those muscles
And light that smoke
And that list you’re writing is writing you right off the page
And maybe tomorrow everything will be perfect
And you can finally be that thing you’ve always wanted to be
Maybe tomorrow no one will make you angry
And you can finally say it was just an old habit
Don’t take anything seriously
And laugh in the face of your loved ones
It’s all good until that tragedy
It’s a snap of the fingers in the face of your loved ones
Then disoriented you help them stand
All that love happens when our backs are turned
And it kills us when you crack
And maybe tomorrow everything will be perfect
And you can finally be that thing you’ve always wanted to be
Maybe tomorrow no one will make you angry
And you can finally say it was just an old habit