The Rug

Hey, I can’t tell you I don’t feel the way I say

It’s kind of hard to be concise when I’m trying to be unclear under the rug

Hold up signs for recognition, these words go a long way

Wishes she could stay inside but she’s got better places to be

And she will walk through the desert, walk through the years

She can climb over mountains and fall through the years

When she finds something to hope for, she kneels to pray to him

And she finally sweeps it up under the rug

She fights off being lonely, she just wants to feel alone

No crowd to come and sweep her off, she stands the floor and soars

This home does not seem steady, these rooms so spread apart

“Imagine how much you’d get for selling off a piece of your heart?”

And she will run through the desert, run through the fears

And she can climb over problems and stumble through the years

And we come to a decision and she makes it seem so clear

And she finally sweeps it up under the rug

The rug is getting bigger, the sweeping can’t get done

There’s too many thousands of her to wish they all were gone

Closer and not nearer, the plans all went astray

Could we use the time we lost to just imagine it all away?

And she will run through the desert, run through the tears

And she can climb over mountains that she’s walked around for years

And she comes to a decision she makes it seem so clear

And she finally sweeps it up under the rug

And I come to my decision, I make it seem so real

and we finally sweep it up

under the rug