From the recording Laced
Lyrics
None of us is special
All of us feel pain
It’s just a sweet reminder
To stop and watch the rain
Oh there we go
Fighting it so
Filled to the brim
We spill out again
If she’s a single woman
She’ll try to meet a man
Maybe miss her story -
Still the paintbrush in her hand
Oh there she goes
Fighting it so
Filled to the brim
She spills out again
I try to see beyond me
Beyond the name and face
But racing past the daily
I miss the state of grace
Oh how I go
Fighting it so
Filled to the brim
I spill out again
Each of us will seek it
A way around our fate
But fate is always timely
And we are always late