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Just What it Means - Adam Steinberg
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Words and music ©1997

Produced by Al Steele

   at Shabbey Road Studios. Caerphilly, 2015

Just What It Means

It’s never too late for the sky to fall,

Think you’ve hit bottom then . . . you hit a wall,

But throw back your head and taste the air,

Live in this moment, ‘cause you are there.

 

It’s no consolation, perhaps that’s true,

But you never know what’s gonna help
            get you through. . .

 

Until you stand alone under thunderous skies,

You cannot know just what it means,

Until the tears of ages flow from your eyes,

You cannot know just what it means,

Until you watch your dream floating out of reach,

You will not know just what it means. . .

 

If your dreams have fallen gently

And your sleep is sweet as rain,

You may think you know what it’s worth,

But you may want to think again.

 

It’s a wonder we get from here to there,

When it’s so hard just breathing air. . .

You may rule the world with a golden crown,

Then a word, misheard, can bring you

   crashing down.

 

It’s no consolation, yeah, that’s true,

But you’d better know what’s gonna help
            get you through. . .

 

Until you’ve seen the world out through iron bars,

You cannot know just what it means,,

Until you’ve felt the earth shift beneath the stars,

You cannot know just what it means,,

Until the hunger bites like a rabid dog,

You will not know just what it means. . .

 

If your eye’s known only beauty

And your conscience bears no scar,

You may think you know what it’s worth,

But how can you know who you are?

 

The risk’s not only in your mind,

It can tear you up and rob you blind,

But once you’ve lost, you have begun

To see what’s precious beneath the sun

 

Until you lose the one closest to your heart. . .

‘Till everything you’ve built has been torn apart. . .

Until the battle rages and you are lost,

You will not know just what it means. . .

 

If the years have flowed like water

And the days, mere grains of sand,

You may think you know what it’s worth,

But it falls from your open hand,

Your open hand,

Your open hand,

Your open hand.

 

Songs that speak is the title of this website

© 2019 Adam M. Steinberg / dba Squeaky Toy Music. All rights reserved.                                   ASCAP

All lyrics, music and other writing by Adam Steinberg unless otherwise noted.

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