CARRIE CHERONMUSIC
What Would You Do?

I'm getting older, talking like my mother,
crying like my father always needed to.
Forgetting faces, birthdays and places,
filling up the spaces with a bottle or two.
And there's always room for another,
and a million excuses why I do what I do.
And if you could see me now on this one way down,
what would you do?
What would you do?

I'm taking my plenty, still coming up empty,
this is not what you meant me to do and I know
This is nothing but lonely, wishing you could still phone me,
maybe tell me you're only a light year away,
and then one will lead to another,
and a million excuses why I do what I do.
And if you could see me now on this one way down,
what would you do?

And there's nothing I wouldn't give for your voice in the middle of my day.
And of all the words to choose,
I would tell you I've forgotten why I pray,
but I still do.

I wake up before the sunrise, pull the pillow over my eyes,
pray that this was all a big lie,
but it's always true.
Life is full of little trials, I'm just stuck here for a while,
hanging over the side of a boat and sinking.

And then one will lead to another,
and a million excuses why I do what I do.
And if you could see me now on this one way down,
what would you do?
What would you do?

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