Song Demos
or Jeff Mellin Lives to Tell About It
Words & Music © Jeff Mellin/Sweet Red Onion Publishing, BMI
You're a meat-locker sleepwalker
Clockwatcher marking time
Kicking back in your chalk outline
Out of tricks that'll ease your mind
Chalk it up to a slow decline
'cause now every summer day's a cold comfort
and every drummer plays an old trumpet
We thought we were gonna blow it wide open
We ain't got that kind of air
You're a mall rocker circus barker
Magic Marker marking rhyme,
filling black in that chalk outline
Talk is cheap, but it's on your dime
You used to mock 'em
but now you've signed
because nothing's worked out the way it was supposed to
So, why not try making the most of that poster
It may be the closest you get to a breakthrough
Rake the leaves from the trees
like you used to
Rake the leaves
from the trees
like you used to
Well, I was shocked at first,
but on second thought
I could've cooled my heels
I could've walked it off
I was 28 then, and I felt as though
there was so much farther I could go
Well, I'm 38 now, and I gotta say
I've come so far, but I feel so far away
So here's a little secret from me to you
It may sound stupid
but at least it's true
It may sound stupid
but at least it's...
Rake the leaves
from the trees
like you used to
