Start It Up - The Weeks

He was young once more than bones and blood

Now he’s shaky with a liars face

He was empty except for whiskey

He said he loves it but he hates the taste

She was home sick, had a nervous tic

She’d like to grow but was afraid of change

She was lost once, found a home but

The family said

The family showed up so she couldn’t stay

I get nervous and I’m often sick

This is where we were led

I heard they’re living hand to mouth now

Well at least they get fed

They were held up, it’s hard to tell but

He looked better in his younger days

She was stuck there, she needed bus fare

Someone to help her out and count her change

To him she’s beautiful, her movements musical

He liked the way she spoke of time and space

They had blank stares, they were worse for wear

But who am I to say they should change

It helps her when she weeps

She only seems to weep

Only when I sing