Something Left You Living on Blooming Theodore thinks he is a king No subtle thing If there are no kings anymore Heroes rap at my door They tell me what They think they can do for me Watch the romance sting The costumes bring A look, of grace, style to the war
CHORUS: The merchant counts your change Your minutes too are levied The only sign (to Vals) Is nearly missing You could have died that day But something kept you living Left you living
Books might tell a tale Of fame and glory But they could be all wrong A mother’s super vision Is sometimes hidden Behind a skirt too long Now, you work ‘til midnight You buy the story The bag of honor is yours
CHORUS Some might believe The trees are singing And some are here for sport And light can play a trick You choose you’re right You choose you’re wrong and you’re bored CHORUS Flowers scent the air The babies stare The more, the beautiful And please don’t tread on me I mind my business And I want some more.