I met a man down in Georgia
Said he’s got fabric on his mind
Dreamt since he was a child
To go off and get credentials
So he could design
Clothes for the rich and famous
It makes me smile thinking about
How important our egos have become
Or, at least how important we believe they should be
But, like a passing trend
In the end, all we wish for is what we still want to say
And, how ultimately unimportant our ego is vain
There was a woman next door
Three children, no lover in sight
Instead of words, she had books for eyes
And, they told of hardship
Of unforgiveness and bastard pride
Against the breaker of her heart
Perfect record in my religion
Or, so I asked for in prayer
But, my lack of faith was a crushing weight to bare
Shattering me over and over me
Like the presence of discipline's glare
Upon a guilty conscience
It makes me smile thinking about
How important our egos have become
Or, at least how important we believe they should be
But, like a passing trend
In the end, all we wish for is what we still want to say
And, how ultimately unimportant our ego is vain
I met a man down in Georgia
And, there was a woman next door
And, I was just as broken