Maybe it's me, but it seems kinda humbling
How we lay concrete but can't keep it from crumbling.
Call me naïve, but you got me wondering
Why we got two good feet but prefer to keep stumbling.
Hey, stop—look both ways
Before crossing your heart at the end of the day.
It's not that we don't know that crime pays;
It's that someone else is cast as the criminal.
(She can't be talking about us; she's talking about them.)
'Cause, baby, you never killed nobody.
(No matter the mark, she must be trying to condemn.)
Go on, say that I am.
(Chorus)
Enough—you're raising a glass
To stocking up on sympathy and hoping it lasts.
Mine's up for some people of the past,
But I'd much rather toast it to all of you.
(She really needs to give it a rest, take life as it comes.)
'Cause you're one of the good people, right?
(Gather 'round and give it our best; we'll get this done.)
But it's take twenty-one.
(Chorus)
credits
from Pass It On,
released September 22, 2012
Written/performed by Alma Cook
Featuring Matt Latourelle (bass)