Take A Chance Lyrics

Take a chance on the North Star, Big Dipper stays familiar

While the world shifts and Changes through these

Universal stages

Affecting all individual pages, Thinking medieval, dark ages

Struggle is ageless, old is time, Montagues and Capulets

Slaughterhouse-Five,

KurtVonna cut up the pages

Speaking in code, but it's breaking Like your voice with each breath

You're taking, I'm shaking, Balancing between choice and fate

Victims of the long game,

Mind is like stars, it's infinite

She used to hang out at coffee Shops with a good book and Better friends

Till one morning, it all came to an End

Shop was closed, owner fled Town, chasing dreams that would Lift her up

Or let her down, in hope and Staggering debt

You bet, she took a pair of those Flipped pair of shoes

Like, who got something to lose

Take a chance on the North Star, Big Dipper stays familiar

While the world shifts and Changes through those eventual Stages

Affecting all individual pages, Thinking medieval, dark ages

The struggle is ageless, old as time,

Montague Capulets

Slaughterhouse-Five, Kurt Vonna cut up the pages

Camera in hand roller blades on Feet

The world was so big when it was Just Main Street

Coffee shops after dark,

Every holiday, post-parade

Escaped that heat, A.C. cooler Than the shade

I was too busy reading books, she Kept giving me looks

Absence of happiness,

She didn't know it yet

Clinging to love, holding hate in The hand

Reckless abandon in the heart

Take a chance on the North Star, Big Dipper stays familiar

While the world shifts and Changes through those universal Stages

Affecting all individual pages, Thinking medieval, dark ages

The struggle is ageless, old is Time,

Montague Capulets

Slaughterhouse-Five, Kurt Vonna cut up the pages

Now I'm still riding three out of Four wheels

Grinding makes it real, brings me To life

As I cut through the night to the Early morning hours

Too dark to see the flowers, but I Can stop and smell them

Maybe change my tire, four out of Four, would recommend

But I never been great at change

Almost feel like relapse is heaven Sent

No time to digest the pain, Remove the stains

That paint these walls,

But for now I'm standing outside the door

I can hear the music more clear on The dance floor

Just me and the cigarette and Those sounds

Like home, this comfort is Unknown, but not unfamiliar

Appreciated for its fleeting clarity

Embraced in full for its rarity

Unmatched, hang me out to dry

Like the whites, the whites of Your eyes

Or the voice stripped bare

Except the buzzing of the amplifiers

And your blank stare