• Everything is Borrowed

    September 18, 2008

    From The Streets - Everything is Borrowed.

    “I came into the World with nothing, and leave with nothing but love. Everything else is borrowed.”

    I love the lyrics and the images. While not quite the situation of a family we are helping with at the moment - it does remind me of many of the stories I am hearing and yes, it brings tears to my eyes.

    Here are the lyrics:

    This is my hour, I’m never going to bed.
    The sky is still black, but begs to be red.
    I just put my book down, but it begs to be read
    I’m not nod, I’m not napper, never rest my head.
    Some days I feel I’m getting smaller and smaller,
    but some nights, I seem to grow taller and taller.
    And we keep shrinkin’ and shrinkin’ but this will not finish.
    You’re never nothing, if you didn’t disappear.
    Just when I discovered the meaning of life, they change it.
    Just when I’m loving life, it seems to start raining.
    I pulled the sail safe switch, sea sail and I’m into the stars.
    I love the rain out my skies. The sky’s now red, my eyes reflect jets.
    Smiling at this blessing, this life is the best.

    I came to this world with nothing
    and I leave with nothing but love
    everything else is just borrowed

    I want to notice chances I’ve passed without notice
    I want to see details previously veiled.
    I want to grab that chance, carry it home
    so I can marry and know
    That I noticed every chance
    that I could have passed without notice
    I saw details that to all were veiled.
    And I grabbed those chances, carried them home
    and then I’ll have had it with roaming

    I came to this world with nothing
    and I leave with nothing but love
    everything else is just borrowed

    I want to speak every cliche but tweak if i’ve seen change
    in new way it could be said.

    If it’s bleak, or if the week’s leaking down the street
    or if any days wasted I want to face facts.
    My time on this earth is my only penny,
    wise is the gent counting every moment spent.
    I don’t want to explain things, don’t wanna fill in the gaps,
    I want to look at my friends and in that minute be at(?).

    Memories are times we borrow
    for spending tomorrow.
    Memories are times we borrow
    for spending tomorrow.

    I came to this world with nothing
    and I leave with nothing but love
    everything else is just borrowed

    If spit like luck, you can only seem,
    to borrow it, you can’t keep it.
    When the wind of change whistles into play
    will I blink or flinch away?
    The wind of change won’t whistle me away
    if I spin my tails and sail.
    And sail away, let yesterday become today.

    I came to this world with nothing
    and i leave with nothing but love
    everything else is just borrowed

    As time will say, nothing but
    I told you so

    Memories are times we borrow
    for spending tomorrow.

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