Same Old Story, Same Old Act

What Are You Pretending?

You’ve got to learn to live with what you can’t rise above.”
Tunnel of Love

God have mercy on the man who doubts what he’s sure of.”
Brilliant Disguise

A haunted man rises from uneasy slumber and stumbles to the coffeepot. Hollow eyes and slumped shoulders belie a night of wrestling, but no victory…

Woke up this morning my house was cold
Checked out the furnace she wasn’t burnin’
Went out and hopped in my old Ford
Hit the engine but she ain’t turnin’
We’ve given each other some hard lessons lately
But we ain’t learnin’
We’re the same sad story that’s a fact
One step up and two steps back

…He who fights and runs away, lives to fight (or run) another day… but how far can you run from yourself? How fast do you need to go to escape the one who neither slumbers nor sleeps?

Bird on a wire outside my motel room
But he ain’t singin’
Girl in white outside a church in June
But the church bells they ain’t ringing
I’m sittin’ here in this bar tonight
But all I’m thinkin’ is
I’m the same old story same old act
One step up and two steps back

…What do you do when you’re too weak to win and too tired to run? You turn your frustration into another’s humiliation…

It’s the same thing night on night
Who’s wrong baby who’s right
Another fight and I slam the door on
Another battle in our dirty little war
When I look at myself I don’t see
The man I wanted to be
Somewhere along the line I slipped off track
I’m caught movin’ one step up and two steps back

…What do you see in the mirror? What can you do about it? Same old story… same old act…

There’s a girl across the bar
I get the message she’s sendin’
Mmm she ain’t lookin’ too married
And me well honey I’m pretending
Last night I dreamed I held you in my arms
The music was never-ending
We danced as the evening sky faded to black
One step up and two steps back

What are you pretending? He asks the mirror as the darkness shambles nearer, nearer.

What are you pretending?

(PS – Thank you, Bruce)

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About Nick Gill

orphan-poet-adoptee-soldier-prodigal-servant-husband- counselor-desperate seeker after my Father's face "I feel my body weakened by the years as people turn to gods of cruel design. Is it that they fear the pain of death, or is it that they fear the joy of life?" - Toad the Wet Sprocket

Posted on 20 June, 2007, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. Provocative. We have to live with our self. But getting comfortable with who we are . . . that’s the stuff that keeps us up wrestling. We can’t get comfortable, or whole, until who we are is who we were made to be. Ben

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