The Fool from Cityhands by Cityhands

I wish that I could still follow the fool and walk down that path that’s been painted black by the night, to the waterfall he says is there that I can hear. And by the tracks sounds like a nice place we could drink our beer. But I can’t and he understands. So we sit and we smoke a cigarette and reminisce about the fun we used to have when we were kids. But now we’re working hard to pay the bills to keep the roof over our heads. Trying to keep ourselves happy and keep our kids fed. The fool says that he thinks he’s going crazy. But I think he’s just growing old like me. We all change so just keep whistling, keep whistling. But when you’re walking you’ve got to avoid that cliff. We all got to avoid that cliff. I’ve seen all these old friends floating around with busted dreams, things they thought they would but they never did. And now they’re working hard to pay the bills to keep the roof over their heads. Trying to keep themselves happy or keep their kids fed. The fool says that he thinks he’s going crazy. But I think he’s just growing old like me. We all change so just keep whistling, keep whistling. But when you’re walking you’ve got to avoid that cliff. We’ve all got to avoid that cliff.

• Acoustic
• acoustic porch songs
• alt-country
• folk punk
• pittsburgh punk
• singer-songwriter
• Pittsburgh