"What it is like is how it tastes to fail"

The bread is only a day or two stale Because it was frozen a month now or two What it is like is how it tastes to fail But standing here in the breadline to get it You get it the hard way get by to get through Will that old lady be preaching today Who wanted us all to get on the bus? No: she was sick so they took her away They said look away when she made a fuss When prodded like cattle we just stood there when We wanted to go but we had to stay When they spoke with their voice of authority Without addressing us trying to say When she was just dying to be something then Though lying that we had nothing to see We see anyway but on Saturday Morning is when we stand in the breadline again To get it the hard way get by to get through Then to forget how much you regret it Like doing something you just have to do And when I say you I mean me and not you But it gets to you then if you let it +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXI