Hang Up

The blue sky has turned to gray.
You picked a lucky dandelion and it blew away.
You lost your four leaf clover.
Nothing but dirt in your hands.
You thought that you'd cross that bridge over but instead you're sinking in quick sand.

Let it hang up.
Just leave it out to dry.
Like clothes on the line, wind blowing high.
You put your love in a basket, tucked away and had it.
But you never know who you are running from.
So let it hang up.

Your silver lining is shining,  but it's not quite silver.
And sometimes you feel just so damn little.
You never know where to go.
Pull yourself up, or just hang low?
You know, you blend in hoping that you'll never find yourself again.

But I bet your bow string is tighter.
I bet your aim is straighter.
I bet your arrow is sharper...
Than the bravest.
Than the bravest.