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On Top Of A Fence
- P.F. Sloan-

Twelve More Times (1966)

 

When you're sitting there
on top of a fence
The things around you
don't make too much sense
And there I am so safe and sound
Who wants to jump
when I can't see the ground?

I see you living your life
But you've already died
You don't have time to smile
And I've never seen you cry

Yet you're the first to condemn
The first to deny
Anything that's new and different

All your future's a nightmare
Your past on a throne
You've just pawned your soul
for a down payment loan

But my friend there is nothing to buy
And nothing to own
Not even time can be bought or spent

When you're sitting there
on top of a fence
The things around you
don't make too much sense
And there I am so safe and sound
Don't make me jump
I can't see the ground

I see the busy idealist
peddling roses and dreams
Down push cart avenue
he blends into the scene

Of screaming advertising signs preaching rights and wrongs
And mixed up flowers
who just follow along

Follow traditional tongues
spitting worthless advise
Who fake you out left and right
without once thinking twice

And you who think you are free
Are just falling to their vice
And are crushed happily ever after

You're so caught up in you
You don't care about nothing else
King ego's got you chained
By the neck on his shelf
And it just makes me sick
seeing you living like this

Where and when did it go
You say you don't know
Oh look, it wasn't even me

When you're sitting here
on top of a fence
The things around you
don't make too much sense
And here I am so safe and sound
Who wants to jump
I can't see the ground

In the distance a fire lights up
the winter time sky
The crackling murmurs send
a prayer and a cry
Lord, throw me a line
Lord, throw me a line
I've been born on a fence
but where will I die?

 

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