My Soul Is A Box

I need a little distance from my little world

I am square; my soul is a box

My brain in the news; my mind is away

My heart is a toy; my will is astray

But I have faith in the Lord above

I sing the chorus to my song, and I’m all right

I’m soft and shy, a sensitive soul, but my baby loves me

I go to the city park; questionable people, morally corrupt

I go to the sandwich bar; Lord, toxic food makes hungry people

I go to the local bar, where there is booze, there is love

I go to the local church; my comment here would be offensive

I go to the record store, still the only holy place I know

I need a little distance from my little world

I am square; my soul is a box

My brain in the news; my mind is away

My heart is a toy; my will is astray

But I have faith in the Lord above

I sing the chorus to my song, and I’m all right

I’m soft and shy, a sensitive soul, but my baby loves me

I go to the city park; questionable people, morally corrupt

I go to the sandwich bar; Lord, toxic food makes hungry people

I go to the local bar, where there is booze, there is love

I go to the local church; my comment here would be offensive

The record store’s still the only holy place I know

But do you know me for who I am?

But do you know me from a piece of wooden chair?

© Lila Tace

Written, performed & produced by Lila Tace