The Prize

Storm clouds roll in and they covered up the sun
But I still could see everything that I didn’t want to see
So I said to those clouds, “Please blot out everything”
But it didn’t listen to me

I still could see you holding hands with another man
Right before my eyes
That ain’t the nicest thing to do at all
You don’t win the prize

Rain starts to fall and it wash away the streets
But I still could see everything that I didn’t want to see
So I said to the rain, “Please drown everything”
But it didn’t listen to me

I still could see you holding hands with another man
Right before my eyes
That ain’t how you win at all
You don’t win the prize

Because this ain’t a game
And if you’re playing a game
You best know that I’m not playing it with you
I don’t want you around
Cuz it still hurts when you do those things to hurt me all the time

Sun came back and it burned off all the clouds
Then I could see everything that I didn’t want to see
So I said to the sun, “Please burn up everything”
But it did not listen to me

Cuz I still could see you holding hands with another man
Right before my eyes
That ain’t the nicest thing to do at all
You don’t win the prize

There ain’t no resolution to this song
But just as time passes along
Maybe I’ll feel al lright
But it still hurts when you do those things to hurt me all the time

Q: vocals, acoustic guitar
M: electric guitar, vocals
J: bass
Matt Marohl: pedal steel