Friday left me kind of vacant;
The highway's an easy escape
So I hit the city, hoping that an ailment
Would put the whole world back in its place.
And as if I need someone else to make a statement
To rub my deviance up in my face,
I see a magazine plastered on the pavement
Like some kind of X-rated paper mâché.
(It's not bold, bold to do what you're told.)
But I'm not along for the ride; listen to me, you can…
(Tell me, tell me that I'm being controlled.)
But I made up my mind to…
Keep the faith and follow through.
There's always a price to pay for staying true.
If you walk that way, you'll be one of the few.
I could tell you I feel okay, but that's not what I'm trying to do
Well, I could tell you I feel okay, but I don't feel like lying to you.
These people leave me impatient;
I'm hurting to be back home;
It's getting harder to watch a solution so blatant
Be so blatantly disowned.
You can say my philosophy's ancient
And that it's soon to be outgrown,
But when your life hits a final cadence
You might wish you didn't walk it alone.
(It's not bold, bold to do what you're told.)
But I've got my pride. Hear me out now, you can…
(Tell me, tell me that I'm being controlled.)
No matter what you tell me, I'm still inclined to…
(Chorus)
Some people walk that way,
Some people talk that way.
If you walk that way,
You'll be one of the few.
Some people walk that way
Or sit back and talk that way.
If you walk that way,
You'll be one of the few.
credits
from Pass It On,
released September 22, 2012
Written/performed by Alma Cook
Featuring Chris Thigpen (bass), Aaron Cook (drums), Matt Jones (piano) and Matt Latourelle (guitar)
