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HIGH HOPES FOR YOU

I used to know a gypsy girl who lived in Central Park
Told me tales of strange adventures I could never share
She would come to my apartment sometimes after dark
A gypsy girl who lived her life as if she wasn’t there.

Life is sweet
And Life is savory
Life is sour
And bitter too.
While you are
Your mother’s baby
She has such high hopes
For you.

An Indian man whose name was Louie spent his days in Union Square
Poured himself into a bottle every afternoon
Told us jokes, told us stories. Told us that he had no cares
Though the life he once had lay about him all in ruin.

Life is sweet
And life is savory
Life is sour
and bitter too.
While you are
Your mother’s baby
She has such high hopes
For you.

All her dreams
All those plans
All your choices
Are unpaid invoices

From rock musicians burnt from speeding, biker chicks with sleeve tattoos
Wall Street bankers sick with money, Prilosec at every meal
Laughing children in your schoolyard, please be careful how you choose
Life can change at any moment, consequences to reveal

Life is sweet
And life is savory
Life is sour
and bitter too.
While you are
Your mother’s baby
She has such high hopes
For you.
You are still your mother’s baby
She has such high hopes for you.

Words & Music by Jan Seides
©2013 Artsong Music (BMI)

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