Genius
BY MICHAEL MCDONALD
BROKEN HEART, BLOODSHOT STARE,
SIGNS OF A FOOL WHO CARED TOO MUCH
NOW SHE'S GONE AND HE CAN'T REMEMBER
HOW TO LIVE WITHOUT HER TOUCH
HOPIN' TO DIE BUT SURELY LIVIN' TO TELL
'CAUSE WHEN IT COMES TO MATTERS OF THE HEART
THERE IS NOTHING A FOOL WON'T GET USED TO
AFTER ALL THE WHISKEY AND WISDOM HE COULD SWALLOW
HE THOUGHT IT WAS TIME TO START LOVING AGAIN
SO HE FOUND SOMEONE AND PRAYED HIS HEART WOULD FOLLOW
BUT HE COULD HARDLY DO MORE THAN PRETEND
AND THOUGH SHE KNEW IN HER HEART THAT HIS LOVE WAS LIE
WHEN IT COMES TO MATTERS OF
BROKEN HEART, BLOODSHOT STARE,
SIGNS OF A FOOL WHO CARED TOO MUCH
NOW SHE'S GONE AND HE CAN'T REMEMBER
HOW TO LIVE WITHOUT HER TOUCH
HOPIN' TO DIE BUT SURELY LIVIN' TO TELL
'CAUSE WHEN IT COMES TO MATTERS OF THE HEART
THERE IS NOTHING A FOOL WON'T GET USED TO
AFTER ALL THE WHISKEY AND WISDOM HE COULD SWALLOW
HE THOUGHT IT WAS TIME TO START LOVING AGAIN
SO HE FOUND SOMEONE AND PRAYED HIS HEART WOULD FOLLOW
BUT HE COULD HARDLY DO MORE THAN PRETEND
AND THOUGH SHE KNEW IN HER HEART THAT HIS LOVE WAS LIE
WHEN IT COMES TO MATTERS OF
Renegade
I can't tell you, Mother, why I feel this way.
People passing through my life, I let them slip away.
Standing in the bright light, let the music play.
Better in the spotlight
you gotta turn my night to day.
Lead me to the water
you can't make me drink.
Dressed like a renegade, faster than you think.
Can't put down these feelings rising to the boil,
Colours of a rattlesnake, ready to uncoil.
Better by far this way.
Turn, I want you to turn,
Turn my night to day.
You yourself set me on this course when I was a child,
Walking down these men streets like a boy gone wild,
Programmed for survival.
All will be revealed.
The child is father to the man
I guess my fate is sealed.
Better by far this way.
Burn my blues,
Burn my blues away,
Like a renegade.