The Trade

I got the news; the truth was in the box
I didn't want to read it
I got the blues and whisky on the rocks
That's my dad's drink; I take it when I need it

I get confused listening to you talk
It's better to ignore you
You read the news and then you watch me like a hawk
I'm sorry if I bore you


Chorus
I won't tell you what I need (I won't tell you what I fear)
I won't tell you what I believe (I won't tell you what I paid)
Just tell me what I want to hear
And we'll call it even (that's the trade, that's the trade, that's the trade)
We'll call it even (that's the trade, that's the trade, that's the trade)


Another time I'd fight you all the way
I'd never let you own me
But that's a game that I don't want to play
I'm scared that you've outgrown me

So I'll get up and I'll take a little walk
I know where I'll go to
I got the blues and whisky on the rocks
That's my dad's drink; I take it when I'm told to

Chorus


Nerissa Nields © 1997 Peter Quince Publishing, ASCAP

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