the songs that we sing and the stories that we tell don’t always make sense
our stories are shaped more by the passing of time than by the events
the world passes by with stories to tell when you stop and rest awhile
in the space between perception and what is real we write our stories
we rely on shapes to tell the stories that are too complicated
in the end, we are the sum of all our stories make up some good ones
each crack tells a tale of life, of joy, of heartache tales that can’t be faked
uptown jack 