Jack Johnson
앨범 : En Concert

It's really too bad he became a prisoner of his own past
He stabbed the moment in the back with the round thumb tack
Then held up the list of things he's gotta do
It's really no good, he's movin' on before he understood
He shot the future in the foot with every step he took
Caught from the places that he did cause he forgot to look
HookBetter staple it together, then call it bad weather
Well, I guess you could say that he don't even know where to begin
Cause he looked both ways but he was so afraid
To get deeper through the ditch, every chance he missed
And the mess he made cause hate is such a strong word
And every brick he laid, the mistake they say
And his walls are getting taller, his world is getting smaller
Hook
It's really too bad, he became a prisoner of his own past
He stabbed the moment in the back with the round thumb tack
Then held up the list of things he's got to do
It's really no good, he's movin' on before he understood
He shot the future in the foot with every step he took
Caught from the places that he did cause he forgot to look
Hook
If the weather gets better, we should get together
Spend a little time or we could do whatever
And if we get together, we'll be twice as clever
So staple it together and call it bad weather