Richard and the Pallbearers: Sad Songs

Songwriter's prayer

(Richard Paul Davis)

Richard Paul Davis

Songwriter's prayer

Living your craft and kissing all that ass doesn't seem like its worth all the haze.
Then there's those days when everything you play, seems to fall down like the good lord's praise.
If I can find a smile in the midst of a crowd, i can help them lay their burden down.
I can give them my time, and sway side to side,tell them I join them in the fight

And the rain it blows in my face.
I cringe with every ache and pain.
I grind down my teeth and wear a scowl for a face
but the music wont let me be proud.

when I breathe it buckles my knees when the quiet falls on the crowd.
The smoke and the faces all mix into grey, and a heart beat seems too loud.
I know all their names and I've lived all their days
and I relfect what they don't know how.

And the rain it blows in my face.
I cringe with every ache and pain.
I grind down my teeth and wear a scowl for a face
but the music wont let me be proud.

If you stand real still, at the edge of that thrill
you can touch it, then it goes back to them
You pack your guitar and you dim your star
you prepare for that long ride home.
Their feet touch the floor and they trickle out the door
and no one wants to see you go.

And the rain it blows in my face.
I cringe with every ache and pain.
I grind down my teeth and wear a scowl for a face
but the music wont let me be proud.

And the baseline it hides all the pain
and the guitar feels like grace
and the drums they beat down like the rain upon your face
but the music wont let you be proud
but the music wont let you be proud