#87 JUST FOLKS
#87 JUST FOLKS
(Americana)
(DEMO)
(Full Arrangement)
He practiced smiling in the hallway,
Widen eyes, raise the cheeks, hide the strain.
Tilts his head, then nods -- slow and caring,
Show the voters that he feels their pain.
Walk out your morning doorway,
And let's see how it goes.
Shake hands with liars, cheaters, killers,
Or even worse, I suppose.
But to their dentist, coach, and plumber
They're just folks.
Press conference, Olympic stadium,
Says her blood tests all were clean.
Rubs her face to keep her jaw from clenching,
Tries her joke -- "Only guilty of caffeine!"
Push through the crowd,
Brush by suits and sweatshirt logos
A throng of liars, cheaters, killers,
Or even worse, I suppose.
But to their families, friends and lovers,
They're just folks.
His lips tremble, but his eyes are cold and bright,
News clip headline "Vanished out on girl's night."
After, heads to the basement with the knife,
To bury alongside the vanished wife.
Staring in that morning mirror,
All those secret truths it shows.
Looking at a liar, cheater, killer,
Or even worse, I suppose.
But to the ones who hold you, kiss you, love you
You're just folks.
Yeah, to the ones who hold you,
And the ones who kiss you,
And the ones who love you, miss you,
You're just folks.