Insignificant - Peter Stone Brown

    Excuse me if your problems seems insignificant
    Excuse me if I'm starin' into space
    But the gun went off, they're kickin' up the dust
    I'm runnin' my final race

    Wish that I could find the words to strip you of your pain
    Wish that I could offer you some help
    Wish that I knew how to make sense once again
    Wish I had a reason myself

    A parade at dusk
    The chrome has turned to rust
    The street so silent and cold
    March till dawn
    The clowns will carry on
    The secret slowly unfolds

    If I didn't hear you I hope you understand
    If your words just passed me by
    There's a poison in my blood, holdin' back the flood
    0f tears that don't answer why

    Wish that I could tell you how much you really mean
    Wish that I could show you my heart
    Wish that I could wake up and find it's all a dream
    Wish that I could play a different part

    copyright Peter Stone Brown (Lawn Writer Music, ASCAP)


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