Rust 

Written in January of 1995 in Edmonton, Alberta

Wrestle with your conscience
Try to win just once
It’s a moral obligation
And a no win situation
It’s a floral decoration
For the choral congregation

People douce you with opinions
Leave you on pins and needles
Did the people have their way?
And the streets ain’t lined with gold, or so they say

You better rustle up those diamonds that you saved
And wrestle with your demons everyday
Everyday

She said she’d wait forever
Never said nothing about never
She couldn’t live with the two of us
And tears have turned our love to rust

Freedom is overrated
Unless it’s freedom anticipated
And freedom’s nothing more than a state of mind
And the demons of the freedom have blurred the lines

You better rustle up those diamonds that you saved
And wrestle with your demons everyday
And wrestle with your demons everyday
And wrestle with your demons everyday
And people, did the Beatles have it made?

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