From the CD "Frisbee Bomb Craters"

The Stoic Song

The sun goes down, there's nothing I can do.
The wind won't blow, there's nothing I can do.
The wars won't end, there's nothing I can do.
You're leaving me, there's nothing I can do.

The tide keeps rolling in, there's nothing I can do.
The rain keeps falling, there's nothing I can do.
I keep growing old, there's nothing I can do.
Your car is driving away, there's nothing I can do.

I can't say anything that'll reach your heart.
I can't do anything to keep mine from tearing apart.
I can't change the past, I couldn't make love last.
And I can't make you see what you mean to me.

The world is spinning, there's nothing I can do.
Time keeps ticking along, there's nothing I can do.
I pay my income tax, there's nothing I can do.
You've hidden your love away, there's nothing I can do.
I watch you slip away...

I can't say anything that'll reach your heart.
I can't do anything to keep mine from tearing apart.
I can't change the past, I couldn't make love last.
And I can't make you see what you mean to me.


Copyright © 1995 William L. Whedbee II
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.