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Wise to the Ways

from A Crash Course in Roses

words and music by Catie Curtis 1998

I am wise to the ways of the world
The one that cries in its sleep at night
That comes up to me posing as you
Asking for something it can never use
Falling on its knees when I read the news

I dont know what makes me cry anymore
I dont know what makes me cry anymore
I am wise

I am tired of the ways of the world
The one that gets louder every day
That rips itself open nothing it wont show
First in color now in stereo
Heres my tragedy I wanted you to know

I dont know what makes me cry anymore
I dont know what makes me cry anymore
Theres so much coming at us now
Its like Im dreaming
If I said what I should say
I would be screaming

I am wise to the ways of the world
The one that cries out for crying out loud
That comes to the table with blood in its mouth
Claiming to be righteous, claiming devout
Saying everything except what its about

I dont know what makes me cry anymore
I dont know what makes me cry anymore
Im sick of shock, sick of gory
I want to hear
Little struggles little glories
Is anybody here wise
Is anybody here wise
Is anybody here

Credits:

Manola Badrenapercussion
Paul Bryanbass
Billy Conwaydrums
Catie Curtisvocals, acoustic guitar
Duke Levineelectric guitars
Michael Maxwellharmony vocals
Kenny Whiteorgan

updated: 17 years ago