The Old Red Carpet Is Out

Dust flies through the sky higher than the martians Dust flies in your eyes and you can't see true passion We've dog-eared the corners, leaves a rug burn and a sore We've stepped on it before. It's faded and glued to the floorboards The old red carpet is out Sopped in a film of doubt You know it's true, I'll leave it and choose To yield, to stay a few. To lose Opportunity wasted, boy am I guilty Tyranny's pinned to my palm as I slap myself silly So let's go drink up all the rain and blame it on the weather And yes, I should be better. But i'll smile just for good measure The old red carpet is out Sopped in a film of doubt You know it's true, I'll leave it and choose To yield, to stay a few. To lose Is it wrong to have never tried When it's been sprawled throughout my life? Well there's always tomorrow after another goodnight But what good is a tomorrow when I know I'll lose the fight The old red carpet is out Sopped in a film of doubt You know it's true, I'll leave it and choose To yield, to stay a few. To lose