Ian Moore

April



Your smile’s been broken By a hundred rainy days You say you are going down to California Cause the livin’ easier there And nobody knows your name It’s only time before they find you Cause you just can’t name your enemies Cause you don’t know what they’ve done You get so strung out on their gossip It becomes your only source of fun And April yeah you’re doing fine Writing down your column In the Portland Times Listening to the records Of the friends you know Trying to hear the stories Of the truths they told Some folks bath in winter skies But these clouds are gonna stay a while So try your best to show a smile Now April... Now it gets so dark Down there in your basement room Sometimes it’s days Before the sun shines And you get so tired there And your bed fits like a womb Sometimes its hard to see The point of trying You get that way You wouldn’t stay alone You won’t answer the door You don’t pick up the phone And the smoke turns the sky a hazy blue and those old habits they fall over you And April yeah your doing fine Writing down your column In the Portland Times Listening to the records Of the friends you know Trying to hear the stories Of the truths they told Some folks bath in winter skies But these clouds are gonna stay a while So try your best to show a smile Now April... So try your best to show a smile Now April... Try your best to show a smile Now April...