#6: The Squirrel

I wrote this song about someone who was always pushing to make more money, to have more and to achieve more. It's an allegory about being happy with what you have. This is a Small Town Treason song. This recording is just me but hopefully the band will get into the studio soon to get a proper recording.

The leaves, the leaves, the leaves were really green, Summer had come, the air was crisp and clean.And we all felt so accepted, youthful and strong, As if nothing could go wrong. The road, the road didn't look so wide, The cars, the cars, the cars, bikes, all the rides. And the sun shone down and made for perfect weather, And we were together. We walked, we walked, we walked across the grass, Approaching the curb our hearts were beating fast. The first step we took with trepid hesitation, And in the name of a nation, We Grow, we grow, we grow we fall then rise, We lust for life and love and flowers in our eyes, And we all have skills and talents we must embrace, Given by Kings and Queens and mom and dad and God's good grace. We stared out at the road a black sticky trail, Dreaming of a greater science that would entail. A place where squirrels could be as great as men, We will be so happy when. We ran, we ran, we ran, we ran, we ran, Our muscles stretched, over bones our tendons spanned. With the glory of the other side shining bright like fire, The greatness of our desire. I pushed, I pushed, I pushed and looked back when, I couldn't hear your steps and I needed to lend. Encouragement to you my one true love, And then they came from above. The cars they screamed defeat upon our ears,
And you froze in the center of the road when they came near. And reflected in your eyes was my inspiration so wrong, You weren't coming along. You turned, you turned, you turned away from the cries, Of cars, the cars, the cars bikes all the rides. But the cries got loud and deafening, strident and shrill, Diving down for a kill. Upon the sticky black pavement for days we would lie, On opposite sides of the great black road we would die. But our jobs and our lust and god's desire will never heal, The pain of love I feel.