Caroline Cotter | Singer Songwriter
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S p a s   f o r   t h e   s o u l 



When searching our souls we may find gaping holes that might as well be the size of Texas

But what we do next leaves most mostly perplexed as in the case of two dear friends

Lying awake sometimes pain will scrape like a cold and heavy rake

Tearing the skin and then entering in to hit bone

But as we get old, spas for the soul will pick up who’s left at the taverns and bars

And how could we know before we’re grown that all that we need is already ours

Young and confused we maintain that we use as a way to let go

Unwinded minds after pills, shots and lines to relax

And as he gets deeper with a buzz he’s more and more alive

He gets into his bed and gets out of his head for what will be the last time

And as he’s found, it tears up the ground from under a friend who can’t understand

How as we let go, all that we know may never come back to a cold empty hand

Mark came to work at the school for a while so that Nate could take a break

He lifted the mood as he set out to prove he had soul

And on a Thursday we shared lunch and dreams of life up ahead

Not knowing on Friday he’d take of his clothes and pronounce himself dead

But as he soared off the fifth floor, he said to the world that he just couldn’t stay

And as we feel the cost of life that was lost, his spirit is free day after day

So as we get old, spas for the soul will pick up who’s left at the taverns and bars

And how could we know before we’re grown that all that we need is already ours.





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