The Sad Truth
(oehler/goedken)
Wake from sleep covered like a burial shroud
Go do the best
Go and make the family proud
Live through waking dreams
hidden here within the crowd
Why is the sad truth no better than a simple lie?
Here in the heartland
awaken to here this cry
Say all the right words
and yet still you sigh
Why is the sad truth no better than a simple lie?
Shake from calm
learning from a naïve child
Find faith too late
Too late to make the demons wild
Need these waking dreams
just to keep the fever mild
Why is the sad truth
no better than a simple lie?
Here in the heartland
leaving us high and dry
Say all the right words
and yet still you sigh
Why is the sad truth no better than a simple lie?
Stir from haze
Angels light the empty way
I’ll carry on
all through the final day
Lose those waking dreams
in the end I cannot stay.
[EG] Inspired by the plight of Lester Burnham.