Stories I Tell — Toad The Wet Sprocket

Dont give me answers for I would refuse

"yes" is a word for which I have no use

And I wasnt looking for heaven or hell

Just someone to listen to stories I tell

Now what is a blessing and what is a dream

Caught between portraits and nones what it seems

And why is it people expect theres a change

When I feel Im a part of something I cant see

I feel the same

Now dont ask me questions or I will retreat

Fame is a cancer and ego its seed

Now I wasnt looking for heaven or hell

Just someone to listen to stories I tell

Do we ever wonder?

And do you ever care...

Subtle salvation in poems we know

Hiding our heads in a shadow of home

Now I wasnt looking for wreaths or for bells

Just someone to listen to stories I tell

Stories I tell