LYRICS
If life is like a bowl of lemons
Do you grow tired of sour sermons
If someone hands you a cherry
Does the amount of pits every vary
It seems to me the simile
Compares to life too simply
If the world is but a stage
Does it depend upon your age
Are you caught up in the rat race
Growing older… try to keep pace
It seems to me the analogy
Compares to life too simply
Same old story: ring around the rosie
When I die, fill my pockets with posies
Life is but a dream, we sing the round
Ashes to ashes, we all fall down
It seems there must be more
Than life as a metaphor
ABOUT THE SONG
Style: Folk Rock
Chords: C Am / Em Am
Recording: live 1-track digital stereo
Vocals, Guitar
Written at the corner of Gay and Church Streets in Chester County, West Chester, PA.
From the album Gay Church