Words and Music by Brian McCaskil

Inconvenience


Brian McCaskill

I got a 5 dollar bill and a Metrocard,
I think I dropped my key in your backyard
I think I’ll be alright, but I can’t be certain
There could be some evil men, behind every curtain,

This time I want freedom, This time I’m searching for gold
This time I’m looking for everything, they you had but just couldn’t hold
This time, I want everything you can’t stand
Just put it right here, in my open hand.

There's plenty of room for mistake here, and there's plenty of spies
Plenty of opinions, and points to emphasize
There could be somebody waiting for you, under the light at the street cornor
Next time you better tell her to be prepared, next time you better warn her

You made your case, and made it well
I thought you wanted a situation, but it was so hard to tell
You couldn’t give a hint, you didn’t have a clue
You could never understand, the trouble you’ve been through

I was never made to last for too long
I was never that determined, I was never that strong
I never follow those rolling eyes
I could never say, that many good-byes
I’m glad, if I could make it alright, for a night or two
But I was never made, to work to hard for you

You had to do something bad, to be in this crowd,
You must have stolen the shoes of a king, maybe you tamed the proud
Some man's over there's been screaming, I think it's me his trying to distract
They all want me to just pay up, they all want me to crack

You and your friend, work so well together
I could never be that beautiful, I could never be a survivor
You thought I was smart, ha, I thought I was genius
Good-bye, So long, Good luck, sorry for the inconvenience.


Febuary, 2003