Matt Kaye: C(erebral) P(alsy) Blues

You‘ve got your stairs, but you can’t climb
And Jacob‘s ladder is mighty high …
Oh Lord, oh Lord, you made the night too long …

Your fingers move, but not too fast
The strings you pluck, the spell you cast …
Oh Lord, oh Lord, you made the night too long …

The numbers rise, the numbers fall,
And you walk funny or not at all,
Your mama knows, your daddy knows,
But they don’t talk and so it goes …

You say the words or else you slur them,
But they don‘t know, it’s not their burden …
Oh Lord, oh Lord, you made the night too long …

There‘s David’s harp and lion‘s den,
Now who’s your buddy, now who‘s your friend …
Oh Lord, oh Lord, you made the night too long …

Just listen to the mockinbird,
Ghost riders ain’t the devil‘s herd …
Oh Lord, oh Lord, you made the night too long …

Big butter, eggmen and silver wings,
The truth, it changes everything …
Oh Lord, oh Lord, you made the night too long …

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