Tom McDonald – “Castles”

Verse 1
I see you at the liquor store leaving with the cheapest can of beer on the shelf
You ain’t living on the street, but you barely making rent, and I relate because I’m struggling myself
I see you smile at the clerk while you fumble through your purse, I just wish I had a little more to help
I imagine where you living, how you feeling, what you love and who you’ll be if you can make it out your hell
I see you at the bus stop, looking at the sidewalk, smoking half a cigarette, waiting for a ride
Kinda limp when you walk and look away when you talk, you’re ashamed, I can see it in your eyes
Probably got a NASCAR shirt and a car that you love, but you’re here ’cause you’re too afraid to drive
It’s been almost ten years since the day that you crashed, can’t forget about the little boy’s life

Pre-chorus 1
Everybody’s got a story; if you look a little closer, you can see it in the wrinkles in their face
They can hide it in the silence, they can bury it and fight it, but it comes out when their hair is turning grey
You can feel it if you touch ’em, you can tell that they are troubled, you can hear the story running through their veins
We all travel different roads, and we put on different clothes; underneath it all, we’re really all the same

Chorus
We’ve all got problems, and we all feel alone
We’ve all been haunted by the secrets we hold
We could fill our coffins with the rocks they have thrown
Or we could build our castles with the sticks and the stones
We’ve all got problems, and we all feel alone
We’ve all been haunted by the secrets we hold
We could fill our coffins with the rocks they have thrown
Or we could build our castles with the sticks and the stones

Verse 2
I see you sitting on the front porch, playing with a radio, looking to the sky
Probably living in that house all alone these days, tryna find a better way to pass time
Got a wheelchair ramp leading up to the door, I can see that you walk just fine
Probably hate it ’cause it isn’t gettin’ used anymore, and you only ever built it for your wife
Everywhere that I walk, see you on the sidewalk, begging for a little loose change for some dope
Probably got a mama and a papa spending everything they make, tryna clean you up enough to take you home
Used to have a good job, used to get good grades, used to have big dreams, then you lost hope
When your girlfriend died giving birth to your son, you’re the father that he’ll probably never know

Pre-chorus 1
Everybody has a tale that they’re too afraid to tell, you can see it in the cracks in their hands
They can cover it with smiles; if you walk a couple miles in their shoes, then you’ll know where they stand
Everyone who really lived had to climb out of a ditch they were in before they found the right path
If you wanna know the truth about what we’ve been going through, then try to put your phone away so you can ask

Chorus
We’ve all got problems, and we all feel alone
We’ve all been haunted by the secrets we hold
We could fill our coffins with the rocks they have thrown
Or we could build our castles with the sticks and the stones
We’ve all got problems, and we all feel alone
We’ve all been haunted by the secrets we hold
We could fill our coffins with the rocks they have thrown
Or we could build our castles with the sticks and the stones

Bridge
We are the neighbors that you’ll never meet
We are the strangers walking down your street
We are a million faces in the crowd
We are the ones the system’s tearing down
We are the people working to survive
We are more than just our nine-to-fives
We are the shopping malls and streetcars
We are one, it’s time to tell ’em just who we are

Chorus
We’ve all got problems, and we all feel alone
We’ve all been haunted by the secrets we hold
We could fill our coffins with the rocks they have thrown
Or we could build our castles with the sticks and the stones
We’ve all got problems, and we all feel alone
We’ve all been haunted by the secrets we hold
We could fill our coffins with the rocks they have thrown
Or we could build our castles with the sticks and the stonesWe’ve all got problems and we all feel alone
We’ve all been haunted by the secrets we hold
We could fill our coffins with the rocks they have thrown
Or we could build our castles with the sticks and the stones

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