Soften the Blows

When the well has no water to hold

And the wheels start to run off the road

Where do we go?

When we bury the embers that glow

And the seeds that we planted won’t grow

Like we were told

Hey man what in the hell do we know?

We strike out and then we strike gold

Whoever is running the show

There’s one thing that I need to know

Could you soften the blows?

When a bold man’s afraid to be bold

And a fish finds the water too cold

Where does he go?

When the liar finds truth must be told

And the loner hates being alone

Who does he hold?

Hey man what in the hell do we know?

We strike out and then we strike gold

Whoever is running the show

There’s one thing I’d like to be told

That you’ll soften the blows

Never turn your back on the ocean and never talk back

Don’t make those funny faces, your face could stick like that

Hey man what in the hell do we know?

We strike out and then we strike gold

Whoever is running the show

There’s one thing I’d like to be told

That you’ll soften the blows

Could you soften the blows?