Doctors Note
from 37 by Maxel Toft & Andy Deitrich
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If I don't lose this
I can't lose
If I do choose that
I'm a fool . . .
It's only God punching holes in the walls
And Jesus lending a hand when I fall
It's nothing much
But I won't give this up
It might have mattered
And maybe for your sake
If I could have managed
To stay wide awake
There's a bright light in my rear view
Every time I get near you
The motion behind
Tugs the corner of my eye
Highways and byways
You can tear them all down
Send a postcard to my folks
I'm going to stay in this town
I'm bound to let the dagger linger
Till I'm whittled unfamiliar
Take a stab at that piece
That protects my beliefs
Then take up my trade
On the crest of that wave
With both hands on the shovel
That digs my own grave
I'll divvy out my passion
In an unorderly fashion
Dissolve in the folds
Of the Untainted Soul
I know that each and every one of you has got a grasp on it
I don't care if it's a lot or just a little bit
But one thing that's for sure is it hurts
And what's worse, it shows
So bad you're going to need a doctors note
To move on, study for your next role
And then the second that it's over it goes immediately under the microscope
But if I don't lose this . . .
I can't lose
If I do choose that
I'm a fool . . .
It's only God punching holes in the walls
And Jesus lending a hand when I fall
It's nothing much
But I won't give this up
It might have mattered
And maybe for your sake
If I could have managed
To stay wide awake
There's a bright light in my rear view
Every time I get near you
The motion behind
Tugs the corner of my eye
Highways and byways
You can tear them all down
Send a postcard to my folks
I'm going to stay in this town
I'm bound to let the dagger linger
Till I'm whittled unfamiliar
Take a stab at that piece
That protects my beliefs
Then take up my trade
On the crest of that wave
With both hands on the shovel
That digs my own grave
I'll divvy out my passion
In an unorderly fashion
Dissolve in the folds
Of the Untainted Soul
I know that each and every one of you has got a grasp on it
I don't care if it's a lot or just a little bit
But one thing that's for sure is it hurts
And what's worse, it shows
So bad you're going to need a doctors note
To move on, study for your next role
And then the second that it's over it goes immediately under the microscope
But if I don't lose this . . .
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released January 1, 2006
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Maxel Toft Wisconsin
Welcome, friends.
Here are some pieces written and recorded at various times.
Thank you for having me over.
We should do it again sometime.
