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On this page are lyrics to The Ostrich,, and My Own Way. For lyrics to other songs from Comfortable Blues, choose: Next Page.
The ostrich is hiding his head in the ground
His ignorance thriving and holding us down
Can't we lift up our heads
Not be just blindly led
Can't we respond to what's said
Such a loss, yet America can't seem to mourn
So sad, yet we turn all our sorrow to scorn
What a cost when society can't be reborn
We'll live with the problem
Hand it down to our children
Till the ostrich comes out of his hole
We turn on the TV to hear the day's news
Then we all shake our heads in our comfortable blues
Are our consciences numb
Are we deaf or just dumb
Don't we know what will come
Such a loss, yet America can't seem to mourn
So sad, yet we turn all our sorrow to scorn
What a cost when society can't be reborn
We'll live with the problem
Hand it down to our children
Till the ostrich comes out of his hole
No one wants to hear it
No one wants it said
No one wants to lose their sweet security
So we turn on the TV to hear the day's news
Then we all shake our heads in our comfortable blues
Are our consciences numb
Are we deaf or just dumb
Don't we know what will come
© Copyright 1993 Verlene Schermer/BMI
All Rights Reserved
Well, I went up to the city
Tried to find my way around there
I went up to the city
Couldn't say just what I found there
But I found what I found
Then I left there to find my own way
Well, I went out to the country
Tried to find some peace of mind there
I went out to the country
Tried to see what I could find there
Well, I found what I found
Then I left there to find my own way
Ah there's a road that's paved with comfort
Well worn like old blue jeans
And you can never lose your way there
But you can forget what the journey means
Well, I went down to the ocean
Watched a seagull flyin' by there
When I went down to the ocean
Saw the water touch the sky there
And I found what I found
Then I left there to find my own way
Ah there's a road that's paved with comfort
Well worn like old blue jeans
And you can never lose your way there
But you can forget what the journey means
Well, I went back to my home town
Saw the start of who I am there
Yes I went back to my home town
Found the heart of what I am there
But since I found what I found
Mama dear, you know I gotta leave here to find my own way
© Copyright 1993 Verlene Schermer/BMI
All Rights Reserved
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