Now If I Seem To

The First To Come And The Last To Go, Working For That Minimum Wage.

People Look Around You, The Signs Are Everywhere. You've Left It For Somebody Other Than You To Be The One Who To Care.

And My Dad Wanted Me To Play The Trumpet Because That's What He Liked. His Idol Was Louis Armstrong. My Dad Thought My Teeth Came Together In A Way That Was Perfect For Playing The Trumpet.

In The End, They Traded Their Tired Wings For The Resignation That Living Brings. And Exchanged Love's Bright And Fragile Glow For The Glitter And The Rouge, And In The Moment They Were Swept Before The Deluge.

Now If I Seem To Be Afraidto Live The Life That I Have Made In Songwell It's Just That I've Been Losing So Long.