Story Behind The Song
A friend of mine told me once that everyone had a price for anything. I told him he was full of bull and wrote this song
Song Description
What good is your life if you sell your soul? When you lose your way, sometimes you can never make it back to home, to who you were meant to become
| Song Length |
5:13 |
Genre |
Folk - Rock, Rock - Alternative |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Diplomatic, Restless |
Subject |
Regret, Capitalism |
| Similar Artists |
Simon & Garfunkel, Jackson Browne |
Language |
English |
| Era |
1990 - 1999 |
| |
Lyrics
There's a sign in my yard today and it says not for sale. I remember well the river and the rain upon the trail. There's a storm in my friends eye, we'll privately discuss, it's not for sale, it never was. (chorus) How high can you fly on borrowed wings laden with gold, try to find your ticket back to home. Please unspin the web that keeps me reaching for lost souls when we trade our one way ticket back to home. V2 Leaving from the station to a distant mountain top. Can you hear the fleeing voices of the wind against the rock. Where dreams echo emotions, and the consequence of touch,It's not for sale, it never was. (bridge) Everyone is sleeping at least that's how it seems, when we find our purple majesty but lose our field of dreams. When we turn our own back from the feelings from within, just to sell all we are then we know we'll never win. And we feel like a star falling right out of the sky, and we're no longer looking our friends in the eye. And the truth it will hurt us sometimes it will cut. When we start conversations we dare not discuss. And we sell all we are but we pay much too much, when we sell our one way ticket back to home. When we sell our one way ticket now, back to home. V3 There's a sign in my yard today and it says not for sale. There are voices in the backround with their drinks they're tellin tales. There's a smokey trail around my head and though it isn't much it's not for sale. It never was