John Engel - Same Old Paradise

Rain on the back porch pulled me out
Rolling clouds and thunder seemed to creep into my mind
Turned out the door was left ajar
Guess you couldn't be bothered when you walked out
Stayed and waited out the stormy night
Standing there soaking wet till a warm breeze got me dry
Forget the mess you left behind
Like the sun burns up the fog, I made so it's all gone
Sameness flows and changes roll
Nothing's new that wasn't once old
Habits creep up on a never ending road
Turn it up, hang it down
I'll be home, yes I'll be around
Have I changed or can paradise be found?
Wish I'd stayed light when I felt down
That she'd kept laughing even when I wasn't being a clown
Thought I could move on and not look back
But memories pile up like the dirty dishes on that rack
Bag up the gripes, it's time to fly
Call off the memory hounds, kill off self-pity's gun for hire
Don't quit, stand still or get rage-blind
No need to travel far, the road's all in my mind
Sameness flows and changes roll
Nothing's new that wasn't once old
Habits creep up on a never ending road
Turn it up, hang it down
I'll be home, yes I'll be around
Have I changed or can paradise be found?

Written by:
John ENGEL

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