Ain’t Your Fault

Shoulda said no, shoulda said go, shoulda said I don’t know

Take my hand, together we, hand in hand, will always be–

But oh, how beautifully rare, to seek your understanding

And oh, how rarely beautiful, to find a ground worth standing on

And I miss the innocence of involuntary ignorance 

And I now call higher after dialing myself

And I miss the days of laughter without comprehension

I now find it clever in a cloud of awareness

But oh, how wholly woeful, to be so contented

And oh, how woefully whole, to be so convicted

Momma I love you dearly, daddy I love you so

My brothers and sisters, hear me, it ain’t your fault I had to go

Shoulda said no, shoulda said go, shoulda said I don’t know

Momma I love you dearly, daddy I love you so

Brothers and sisters, hear me, it ain’t your fault I had to go