Calling It A Day
At the end of hope is surrender. We struggle. We lose more often than we wish, we routinely grind most contests to a draw, and, yes, occasionally we win. Those wins are the fuel to forge ahead. But this song is about running out of gas. It’s a lyric perhaps well-suited for a slow tempo, sparse instrumentals, and an understated atmosphere that lets bleakness take center stage.
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In den Warenkorb
Wunschliste
I’ve been looking for meaning
In a frivolous a cartoon
Toiling for a purpose
Underneath a paper moon
I’ve been fighting for a living
I’ve been working in the mine
But the fruits of all this labor
Have been dying on the vine
I’ve been trying to see the light
But there’s a shadow in the way
And another moon is rising
So I’m calling it a day
There’s a menace here among us
And I want to take him down
But I know I’ll get the scorn
Of every poser in this town
I’ve been spoiling for forgiveness
From a jury of my peers
Who listen only sometimes
For what they want to hear
And I can’t abide the silence
Of the words I can’t convey
It’s like screaming under water
I’m calling it a day
I was trying to get back home
But got caught up in the fray
It’s not a thing to kill or die for
So I’m calling it a day
There are things we can’t embrace
But that we cannot betray
I don’t what to call it
Guess I’m calling it day
I keep trying to win your trust
You keep hiding it away
I can’t love what I can’t touch
So I’m calling it a day
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