Adam Carter - Land of Soup

Oh I want to sing the songs of old
From bards born under different stars
But I have no harmonica and don't know how to play guitar
My chicken noodles left to broth I got no way to scoop
Cause I'm a man with a fork in a land of soup

I don't have a car to drive
Don't have a place to call my own
My pet alligator died 'fore I was even fully grown
I'm much younger than my age
Still acting older than the youth
Cause I'm a man with a fork in a land of soup

You can cope with what you want
You can cope with what you need
But know you can even overdose
On the air that you breathe
And as the camel hits the needle
Trying to make it through the hoop
Just like a man with a fork in a land of soup

I get confused, I get conflicted
Get abused and get uplifted
Lose my mind every time
The sun and moon have shifted
Even mess up metaphors
I truly have no hope
Cause I'm a man with a fork in a land of soap

Well her face inspired sonnets
And her I eyes I never did forget
My bed, she lay upon it
Smoking sandpaper cigarettes
She likes 'em filled with force
I guess I'm too damn cute
Cause I'm a man with a fork in a land of soup

Oh it's a beautiful day but the sun is saying nothing
Walking naked down the street
Thinking I must have forgot something
And the birds are singing sweet
So I repeat the tune they're humming

Written by:
Adam Carter

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