Stop, Look and Listen Lyrics

Most of us lost us some hair so I won't be embarrassed

Some come to boast and, others, to coast on the merits

The laurel of rest, a testament to what we endured

Our illnesses vary and only momentarily cured

Machinery between the ears must be simmerin' down

Picture of the kiss disappears. Will I still hear the sound?

A day may come that erases me from every embrace

So I stop, look and listen and I pray that it isn't the case

I'm still just a punk, minus the spunk that I had

A decade or so ago before the goodness went bad

So I traded my will for a pill that nixed a panic attack

Now I just can't kick 'em. Addiction makes fiction into fact

If I break down completely, seat me at a table in a chair

Like a teetering tea party doll, all in need of repair

All the henchmen of the king won't be fixing a thing, I'm afraid

While my head lies hazy on a bed so hastily made

Machinery between the ears must be simmerin' down

If the picture of the kiss disappears, will I still hear the sound?

A day may come that erases me from every embrace

So I stop, look and listen and I pray that it isn't the case