Gary's Song from PARALLEL UNIVERSES by Greg Hancock

I never had great expectations
I knew that nothing much gets served up on a plate.
But my mum said that good will come
to those that wait.

And for a while it even seemed
I might get a shot at living my dream
But circumstances forced the choice I had to make

It's not like the stories that your mother told you
No sign of glory though you sold your soul for it
Just another Monday morning in a job you've come to hate
And a pile of bills that are overdue
And the threatening letters aimed at you
Saying what they're going to do
If they don't get paid.

The world my mother sees
Is a world where small seeds get to grow into tall trees
But that's never been the world I found.
What she doesn't seem to get
Or maybe just conveniently forgets
Is that most small seeds will fall on stony ground.

It's not like the stories that your mother told you
No sign of glory though you sold your soul for it
Just another Tuesday morning in a job you've come to hate
Another month when you get to choose
Between the bills and your kids' new shoes
As you wait for the news
To decide your fate.

I can see you looking at me.
And muttering about responsibility.

But I never had great expectations
I knew that nothing much gets served up on a plate
But my mum said that good will come
To those who wait.

• Acoustic
• Alternative
• folk
• guitar
• lyrics
• singer-songwriter
• Exeter