Susan Cowsill
Sweet Bitter End


Sittin’ listening to Tom Tom with a storm creeping in
This old world’s gotta veil that is so damn thin
I can see it through the wipers I can feel it in my bones
It’s the loneliness of living makes me feel like I’m home

Well I don’t know so much but I can say for sure
That if dying is an illness I wanna find a cure
I wanna spend my days rolling in the grass
Counting blade after blade how long could I last?

It’s true I’ve got my limits
I never break but I bend
I’m gonna live it ‘til the sweet bitter end
I wanna live it ‘til the sweet bitter end

I never really ever thought those old trees would die
I think I’m gonna put my money on the sky

Watching the love that’s taken from us and the babies being born
The rug’s ripped out from under never ever being warned
I wanna spend my days rolling in the grass
Counting blade after blade how long would I last?

And it’s true I got my limits
I never break but I bend
And I’m gonna live it ‘til the sweet bitter end
I’m gonna save it ‘til the sweet bitter end
I wanna live it ‘til the sweet bitter end