This is wrong And baby it's killing me, it's killing you Both of us trying to be strong I've got somewhere else to be Promises to keep Someone else who loves me And trusts me fast asleep I've made up my mind There is no turning back She's been good to me And she deserves better than that It's the hardest thing I'll ever have to do To look you in the eye And tell you I don't love you It's the hardest thing I'll ever have to lie To show no emotion When you start to cry I can't let you see What you mean to me When my hands are tied And my hearts not free We're not meant to be It's the hardest thing I'll ever had to do To turn around and walk away Pretending I don't love you I know that we'll meet again Fate has a place and time So you can get on with your life I've got to be cruel to be kind Like Dr. Zhivago All my love I'll be sending And you will never know There can be no happy ending Maybe another time, another day As much as I want to, I can't stay (Ooh) I've made up my mind There is no turning back She's been good to me And she deserves better than that I don't want to live a lie What can I do
Praise The Lord by Poi Dog Pondering Wishing Like A Mountain and Thinking Like the Sea Columbia CK 45403 1990 "Praise the Lord," he said to me. And he seemed quite happy, He seemed quite at ease. And I said "Yeah." Cause I was just down at the sea And it occurred to me, That I like to feel it knock me down, Twist and throw and churn me around, 'Cause it's the mother ocean And I'm just one of her sons. And she can do just what she wants to me And I know she does nothing purposely. I must respect, that goes unsaid, But it's all just a twist of fate. And I know about heaven's gate 'Cause I've seen it, but not up close. And I know it ain't no pearly white And I know that I'll be nothing there. Just food for fish and twisting worms, But that's just fine with me,
'Cause when I'm being tossed by the sea I can feel a force greater than Misery, Greater than my stupid job, Greater than our stupid Bomb. And a time comes to mind without complexity. And she can do just what she wants to me And I know she does nothing purposely. I must respect, that goes unsaid, But it's all just a twist of fate. So don't tell me about the Land of Nod, Where we are supposed to sit at the right hand of God, Where the Lion will lay down the the lamb, 'Cause you know damn well he'll eat him if he can. The Lion doesn't wanna be pacified With promises of an endless life 'Cause he knows it's not that way, He's not detached he sees it everyday - The birth, the death and the decay, The birth, the death and the decay. And he accepts, and sees that it's OK - He would eat us for our elitist ways.