I’ve Tried! [song lyric]
I’ve tried to be a normal guy
and wander through the maze;
pretending that I’m just like those
whose hearts are not ablaze.
That only lasted for a day;
I couldn’t wear the cloak.
I cannot play at being someone else
who’s just a joke.
I’ve tried to hide myself away
and never show my face —
go off the grid and disappear
without a single trace.
But why should I be forced to flee
while others foment war?
Until my dying breath, I’ll do
what I’ve been put here for.
[Refrain]
There’s a fire in the attic
there’s havoc in the hall.
The restless hearts around me
are a stone’s throw from the wall.
I build the sacred puzzle
to grasp the truth at last;
it’s only when you’ve moved on
that you understand what’s passed
(what has passed, O what’s passed…)
I’ve tried the thought of suicide
To end things once for all;
Though that was some decades ago
when I could only crawl.
But since that time, I’ve learned to walk;
I’ve even learned to fly.
I’ve learned that life’s a gift
and is not mine to nullify.
I’ve tried to find the perfect girl
To share my jewels and joy.
But now I just accept that
I’m a solitary boy.
Some folks are only destined
to be married to the wind;
and while the world disintegrates,
to Spirit I am twinned.
There’s a fire in the attic
there’s havoc in the hall.
The restless hearts around me
are a stone’s throw from the wall.
I build the sacred puzzle
to grasp the truth at last;
it’s only when you’ve moved on
that you understand what’s passed
(what has passed, O what’s passed…)
I’ve tried to keep my mouth shut tight;
it didn’t last for long!
For words still welled up in my soul
and sparked another song.
It seems I’ll do this till I die,
I never can retire.
I just can’t find the antidote;
I can’t put out the fire.
I’ve tried to progress all my life,
to better who I am.
One day I realised that trying’s
just another sham.
For we can only be who we are
from within our hearts,
or the Muse who fans our flames
abandons us — departs.
There’s a fire in the attic
there’s havoc in the hall.
The restless hearts around me
are a stone’s throw from the wall.
I build the sacred puzzle
to grasp the truth at last;
it’s only when you’ve moved on
that you understand what’s passed
(what has passed, O what’s passed…)
© Alan Morrison, 2017
The Naked Troubadour 