Nostalgic Bells
I've been to heaven
And I've been to hell
I've been to Los Angeles
And come under the spell
Of the sadness and the glory
And the nostalgic bells
That only ring for the departed
After they've fell
And I've seen trouble
And I've known time
I've met a rich man
Who didn't have a dime
I've seen the stars in the desert
Felt the moonlight shine
From the bottom of the ocean
And the back of my mind
If I hold on to tightly
I can't let go and fly
If I don't hold on at all
I might just fall down and die
If I could just get it right
Maybe I wouldn't feel
Like copy of a copy
That I'm too dumb to steal
If my body was the center
Of the phantom wheel
I'd never want for attention
Maybe then I'd feel real
If I had all the sex and money
Would that be what I wanted?
If I'd just talk to my ghosts
Would I still feel haunted?
If there never was a wrong choice
Would I know what to choose?
If the only way of winning
Was to let myself lose?
If I take my meaning
I'll give me a lie
I can't answer my question
If all I ask is why
All I ask is why
All I ask is why
All I ask is why
All I ask is why
All I ask is why
All I ask is why
All I ask is why
All I ask is why
Writer/s: Forest Sun Schumacher
