Mr. Glad

When you were just a child, you could never really understand
How others could make friend so easily
You were the opposite of shy, and everything you had to say
From the center of your stage came gracefully

The leaves were fresh, under the forest light
You held her hand with all your might
Over sensitive with a fear of space
You couldn’t shut up for that kiss you’d never taste

Hey Mr. Glad you’re an open book
And everyone’s reading your pain
Hey Mr. Glad even your smile has that look
It’s a cover for some ball and a chain

Blessed with a brilliant mind, a heart of gold of 400 pounds
The weight of the world now hurts your knees
And it’s so easy to look away, be polite, rather than a friend
There are places we just don’t go, we just don’t see

So it’s in and out of Krispy Kreme
Another session with ol’ Jim Beam
Flashback coke and barbeque
Onion rings with salt, just a few

Hey Mr. Glad you’re an open book
And everyone’s reading your pain
Hey Mr. Glad even your smile has that look
That no one here is brave enough to name

And there’s the suffering of living
They say enlightenment means sorrow
Maybe it’s our turn now to listen
Putting now before tomorrow

(Instrumental)

In and out of Krispy Kreme
Another session with ol’ Jim Beam
Flashback coke and barbeque
Onion rings with salt, just a few

Hey Mr. Glad you’re an open book
And everyone’s reading your pain
Hey Mr. Glad even your smile has that look
And who among us here is good with change

John Andrew
October 2014