Words and music by Andrew Dutney
Written in Brisbane, 1981
lyrics
I want to say I'm sorry
For all the pain and worry
You know because of knowing me
And my ability to
Give you security
Is not what it once seemed
So here's our life in pieces
Rug puled from underneath us
We, red-eyed, look round for a friend
We, with our dreams in tatters
Our expectations shattered,
Wonder will we dream again
It seems from where we stand
Our journey has no plan
It makes more sense for us to say
It's like a gaming table
Or one of Aesop's fables
Where chance and riddle mark the way
So here's our life in pieces
A jigsaw future greets us
But still we hope it makes a whole
The accidents of living
Bring unexpected meaning
So we can still talk of a call
Someone behind it all
We can still talk of a call
credits
from Eight Songs,
released June 1, 1987
Andrew Dutney: Vocal and guitar
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