Ant Smith

This Life

Migrant

Dreaming of where we’re going

When we’re going slow

Thinking that we will be seeing

Somewhere else to go

Seeing as you’re asking -

How can I say no?

No way, no where, no how, no here, no there, no when, no one

Believing that I’m something special

How could I think so

Waiting for a change in the weather

Wishing it would snow

Seeing as you’re asking -

How can I say no?

No way, no where, no how, no here, no there, no when, no one

Back me up, mama; Help me out

I sure am devout

No faith in the lord

Nor the law of the land

Justify my irony

Help me understand

Back me up mama; Hang around

I wonder just how

Deep it goes

Back me up mama; Tie me down

I sure like to roam

The wind may silenced

By the Science of man

But life has a habit of

Making no sense

Dreaming of where we’re going

When we’re going slow

Thinking that we will be seeing

Somewhere else to go

Seeing as you’re asking -

How can I say no?

No way, no where, no how, no here, no there, no when, no one

Believing that I’m something special

How could I think so

Waiting for a change in the weather

Wishing it would snow

Seeing as you’re asking -

How can I say no?

No way, no where, no how, no here, no there, no when, no one

Back me up mama; Tie me down

I sure like to roam

The wind may silenced

By the Science of man

But life has a habit of

Making no sense

Back me up mama; Help me out

I just want to

Stand my ground…

This Life