Song | Grand Optimist |
Artist | City and Colour |
Album | Retrospective |
I fear I'll die from complications, complications due to things that I've left undone | |
That all my debts will be left unpaid, feel like a cripple without a cane | |
I'm like a jack of all trades who’s a master of none | |
Then there's my father he's always looking on the bright side | |
Saying things like “Son life just ain’t that hard” | |
He is the grand optimist, I am the world’s poor pessimist | |
You give him burdens sometimes and he will escape unscarred | |
I guess I take after my mother, I guess I take after my mother | |
But I used to be quite resilient, gained no strength from counting the beads on a rosary | |
And now the wound has begun to turn, another lesson that has gone unlearned | |
But this is not a cry for pity or for sympathy | |
I guess I take after my mother, I guess I take after my mother | |
I guess I take after my mother, I guess I take after my mother |
I fear I' ll die from complications, complications due to things that I' ve left undone | |
That all my debts will be left unpaid, feel like a cripple without a cane | |
I' m like a jack of all trades who' s a master of none | |
Then there' s my father he' s always looking on the bright side | |
Saying things like " Son life just ain' t that hard" | |
He is the grand optimist, I am the world' s poor pessimist | |
You give him burdens sometimes and he will escape unscarred | |
I guess I take after my mother, I guess I take after my mother | |
But I used to be quite resilient, gained no strength from counting the beads on a rosary | |
And now the wound has begun to turn, another lesson that has gone unlearned | |
But this is not a cry for pity or for sympathy | |
I guess I take after my mother, I guess I take after my mother | |
I guess I take after my mother, I guess I take after my mother |