signs

And the sign says, “Long haired freaky people need not apply”
So I put my hair under my hat and I went in to ask him, “why?”
He said, “You look like a fine outstanding young man,
I think you’ll do”
So I took off my hat, I said, “Imagine that, huh? Me? Working for you?”

Oh, signs, signs, everywhere there’s signs
Blocking up the scenery, breaking my mind
“Do this”, “don’t do that”, “can’t you read the sign?”

And the sign says, “Anybody caught trespassing will be shot on sight”
So I jumped the fence and I yelled at the house
“Hey, what gives you the right?
To put up a fence and keep me out or to keep Mother Nature in?
If God was here, He’d tell it to your face, ‘Man you’re some kind of sinner’.”

Signs, signs, everywhere there’s signs
Blocking up the scenery, breaking my mind
“Do this”, “don’t do that”, “can’t you read the sign?”

Oh but say now, “Mister, can’t you read?
You got to have a shirt and tie to get a seat
You can’t watch, no you can’t eat,
You ain’t supposed to be here”

And the sign says, “You gotta have a membership card to get inside”, uuh

And the sign says, “Everybody welcome. Come in, kneel down and pray”
But then they passed around a plate at the end of it all
And I didn’t have a penny to pay
So I got me a pen and a paper and I made up my own little sign
I said, “Thank you, Lord, for thinking about me, I’m alive and doing fine”

Signs, signs everywhere, there’s signs
Blocking up the scenery, breaking my mind
“Do this”, “don’t do that”, “can’t you read the sign?”

Signs, signs everywhere, there’s signs
Blocking up the scenery, breaking my mind
“Do this”, “don’t do that”, “can’t you read the sign?”

I sit here surrounded by people and lights,
Alone with my drink at the bar.
You’ve been here forever, so clear in my mind,
I just don’t know where you are.
I know I’ll find you, but girl ’til I do,
This is my love song for you.

Let’s hold hands on the porch swing, under the moon
While the wind through the willows plays us a tune
We can lie on a blanket, out back in the yard
And wish for our future on a far-away star
You’ll feel the passion as time after time,
I press your sweet lips to mine
We can dance to the radio, right up ’til dawn
‘Til you drift off to dream in my arms

You might be hundreds or more miles away
Or you might be just down the street
But there’ll be a hunger deep in your eyes
That I’ll recognize when we meet
It might take hours or it might take years
But this is the song you will hear

Let’s hold hands on the porch swing, under the moon
While the wind through the willows plays us a tune
We can lie on a blanket, out back in the yard
And wish for our future on a far-away star
You’ll feel the passion as time after time,
I press your sweet lips to mine
We can dance to the radio, right up ’til dawn
‘Til you drift off to dream in my arms

You’ll feel the passion as time after time,
I press your sweet lips to mine
We can dance to the radio, right up ’til dawn
‘Til you drift off to dream in my arms

There’s a girl
Who sits under the bleachers
Just another day, eating alone.
And though she smiles
There is something just hiding
And she can’t find a way to relate.
She just goes unnoticed
As the crowd passes by.
And she’ll pretend to be busy
When inside she just wants to cry

And she’ll say:
“Take a little look at the life of Miss-Always-Invisible
Look a little harder, I really, really want you to
Put yourself in her shoes.
Take another look at the face of Miss-Always-Invisible
Look a little closer, and maybe then you will see
Why she waits for the day
When you’ll ask her her name”

In the beginning, in the first weeks of class
She did everything to try and fit in
But the others they couldn’t seem to get past
All the things that mismatched on the surface
And she would close her eyes when they laughed
As she fell down the stairs.
And the more that they joked,
And the more that they screamed,
She retreated to where she is now.

And she’ll sing:
“Take a little look at the life of Miss-Always-Invisible
Look a little harder, I really, really want you to
Put yourself in her shoes, shoes, yeah
Oh, take another look at the face of Miss-Always-Invisible
Look a little closer, and maybe then you will see
Why she waits for the day
When you’ll ask her her name”

Then one day, just the same as the last
Just a days spent in counting the time
Came a boy that sat under the bleachers
Just a little bit further behind…

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