Like a Rock
(Anderson)

Turn back the clock and win an hour of time
That you just waste on yellowed pages
And tell the pictures you've been misunderstood
So long, so wrong
You've been so good
And then your passionate pride defiles your pity with guilt
So you push it inside.

Oh, break me like a rock
I sit here alone with myself and my song
Building brand new lies
To convince myself that you were wrong

You crack the blinds and let the afternoon clouds soak the room in shadow
And drown your eyes in lovelorn, juvenile tears
So cold, grown old since those young years
And then your passionate pride defiles your pity with guilt
So you push it inside

Oh, break me like a rock
I sit here alone with myself and my song
Building brand new lies
To convince myself that you were wrong


All words and music ©1996 Douglas C. Anderson
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