Celeste Marie Wilson

Lyrics

I’ve got a one way ticket to Wall Street with stocks all on decline
I watched an ego chasing self effacing dreamer slowly die
I’ve got a job down at the circus where miseries all rhyme
I’m painted red I feel the dread, but there used to be a time

Where there were rhythms, there were blues
Music never sings, hungry people do
There were bar fights, there was fame
And the biggest problem was getting back home to

I‘ve got a half finished degree with english on the side
I heard choruses of angels beg me not to try
Black and bruised I begged to choose, bring my debt to life
Broken shoes and harbored news, but there used to be a time.

Where there were rhythms, there were blues
Music never sings, hungry people do
There were bar fights, there was fame
And the biggest problem was getting back home to


I’ve got armies of allies who bet on my downfall
Tasted bittersweet memories like they were alcohol
The music died you missed the ride, I’m crawling to the wall
Crickets chirped what’s it worth? I can hear the call

Take me back, take me back, take me back
Just give me one chance, one chance
Take me back, take me back
Just give me one chance, one chance



I have rhythms, I have blues
Music never sings but I always do
There are bar fights, there is fame
And the biggest problem is getting back home to

And the biggest problem is getting back home to