How About You?  - ListenHere      

Always musicians who played all around me,

my father, his mother who’d play any key,

that kid with that cool guitar sitting outside

in the shade during recess playing all of the chords 

to Norwegian Wood, then the rock bands in high school, 

and college days avant-garde jazz-like kept playing, yet 

I never played, and can’t recall why except 

I think I thought I should sound just like them, but 

I’m getting over what I thought once used to be, 

I’m getting over me, how about you?

And you used to live with those folks’ expectations 

about the relations you kept on the side of the bed, 

in your head, and around the next corner, 

Jack Horner pie-covered had nothing on you. 

Just ‘cause he ate berry crust doesn’t mean 

we can’t trust his intentions, it’s his life to live


your life ain’t their life even though they thought so, 

I think you thought you should be just like them, but


I’m getting over what I thought once used to be,


I’m getting over me, how about you?

Once I was with my friends marching through broken limbs 

brave and young, wonderful; everything out ahead. 

Nothing could stop us, tomorrow was nothing, 

‘cause we all knew everything, and no one knew us.

Then something happened the moment I shot that quail. 

I didn’t know it had babies at home.
 

I was just aiming good, just like they said I should, 

I think I thought I should be just like them

I’m getting over what I thought once used to be,


I’m getting over me, how about you?