Breadline Options

[+Steven Curtis Lance]

Breadline

The bread is only a day or two stale
Because it was frozen a month now or two
What it is like is how it tastes to fail
But standing here in the breadline to get it
You get it the hard way get by to get through

Will that old lady be preaching today
Who wanted us all to get on the bus?

No: she was sick so they took her away
They said look away when she made a fuss
When prodded like cattle we just stood there when
We wanted to go but we had to stay
When they spoke with their voice of authority
Without addressing us trying to say
When she was just dying to be something then
Though lying that we had nothing to see

We see anyway but on Saturday
Morning is when we stand in the breadline again

To get it the hard way get by to get through
Then to forget how much you regret it
Like doing something you just have to do
And when I say you I mean me and not you
But it gets to you then if you let it

+Steven Curtis Lance



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