Half Hearted

But that may take some time
To recoup everything that it’s worth
We will exhaust our prime, in futility we’ll scour the earth
Descend from the limelight towards that peril-ess dream
Rescind from the golden book towards the “gold star” magazine

And go half the way, half the way
That is just as far as we’ll dare to
We’ll go half the way, half the way
Any further, we’re just too scared to

But that may take some time
Just to figure the whole thing out
Which molehills to climb, which television to do without
We’ll drive over paved roads on the Oracle’s grave
As we find a few more things to complain about

We’ll go half the way, half the way
And build a house of granularity
We’ll go half the way, half the way
Just one shot a mediocrity

But oh how good it feels to walk in those old shoes
And know it’s our prerogative to live the way that we choose
The way we choose

But who will help us now as we’re losing who we are?
And our well is quickly drying and our memories can’t be jarred?
We’ll curse at the light as it dissolves into night

But who will save us now, since we’ve turned our backs before?
And we’ve danced upon your gloom clouds?
And we’ve pissed upon your shores?
We cursed at your light, complained it’s glow was too bright

But can’t you help me now?
Won’t you help me now?

Composition © 2007 Ric Albano
Publication © 2009, 2011 Cygnus Wave Music

Performers
Ric Albano
Piano, Keyboards, Bass, Vocals

Listener Guide
Grade

Analysis: A song about facing death after living a life not well lived.

Song Trivia
This song was actually co-written by Ric Albano’s then 10-year-old son Jacob, but Ric didn’t feel it was appropriate to but his son’s name on a song that contained the lyric “pissed upon your shore”. So he he “bought out” Jacob’s share of the songwriting credit with a new video game.