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Heartwood

from Damaged in Transit by Phileas

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Sorry, you don’t get to choose
Not for the high life, you
Not for cafes, tea rooms and such
The top of the bill
Is already filled
Go back to your people
Speak from the heart
Give all you’ ve got
No matter what
It’s a start
There’ll be no Acapulco
No chauffeur driven cars
Better a tall oak in the heart of the wood
Than a butterfly in a jar
Go back to your hometown
Shoot from the hip
Give of your best
More or less
Isn’t that worth something?
No Swiss bank account
No peace in old age
No sensible solutions
To show how smart you are
Not much understanding
Nobody wants to be you
You can show them what they’re missing
If you don’t care if they believe you
Sorry, you don’t get to choose
Feet in the mud, that’s you
No right place
No right time
But right there where you find yourself
You belong to the heartwood
Not the teeming outer skin
For the brittle
And the fragile
Where you can’t get in

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from Damaged in Transit, released December 1, 2004

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