Tall Grass
No telephones, Tvs, vcrs
Don’t want a big house,
Don’t want a big car
I just want to go walking and talk to myself
No telephones, Tvs, vcrs
Don’t want a big house,
Don’t want a big car
If you want to come check your bags at the door
Or I will go alone
Mirror mirror on the wall
Life is not a fairytale, after all
Mirror mirror what you reflect is
A life that’s filled with too much regret
Too much time wasting, accumulating
I am so tired of taking and taking
So I’m throwing it down
Throwing it down
Look mom, no hands
Got my feet on the ground
And I’m flying
The queen don’t look as good as she used to
The crown don’t fit as good as it used to
I do not like all these things that I used to
I will go alone
I’d rather walk through the tall grass
Than sit on the highest throne
Clearer clearer, don’t need no crystal ball
Life is but a ferris wheel, after all
Around and around and around we go
Stop the machine!
I’m taking control!
So back up and rewind
To another time, to another place
Where we remember faces
And names, and we sat and we talked and we loved
Earth down below, stars up above
And we lived
I’d rather walk through the tall grass
Than sit on the highest throne
Brad Wolfe
